I can picture my father’s hands - they looked calm, confident, and kind - a stark contrast to his face, that was stern and unapproachable. I couldn’t reconcile the two - the hands of a gentle person with the face of someone judgmental. To have such hands, I thought, he must have a warm, empathic heart. But he didn't share that with me, and thus I came to appreciate the directness of hands, how they reveal qualities not always visible in the face.
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