Today, my teacher gives us a task. She asks us to observe our mothers’ hands and then write something about how do we feel about it. When I get home, I walk to my mother and then ask her to sit down. I watch her hands and then watch mine. The difference is such obvious. My mother’s hands are so rough that she does so much for the family. She is a great mother. 
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