right there, the tips of her fingers grazing my own. Have you ever noticed how hands get passed down from father to son, from mother to daughter? Look at yours if you don’t believe me. Look at your nails, your cuticles, the shape of your knuckles. It might not be obvious at first. Young hands never look like those of the mother. But as the years pass, the resemblance becomes undeniable. The fingers expand. The tips grow bent. Age spots appear identical to the ones that were once on the grandmother’s hands, and then on the mother’s adored hands.
