Hands

Mine
Bitten nails, from the anxiety
Blister, way too much writing
Gold ring, when my grandma saw me looking at it at her house, she said I could
keep it

Hers
Soft, from cocoa butter
Long nails, she takes care of them
Painted light pink, they were all out of the baby blue shade she wanted at the
drugstore

Yours
Tanned, from the summer
Hairy knuckles, dark brown and thick, like the hair on your head
Big and warm, all I ever wanted was them wrapped tightly around mine

—By Brianna, 15, Ontario