I saw this little hand on on Dads back on the tram. It was so little. And then I looked down at my own hands, and remembered they also used to be that small, cute and tiny and chubby, and my parents also used to marvel at those small hands, how small they could be. And now they’re here, riding on this tram with the rest of my body, holding each other for comfort. I noticed how I painted my fingernails myself, and how that made me happy. And I noticed how I’m still that little girl with the little hands. I’m still her, just grown up a little.
⋘ Azure Rouet ⋙
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