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And then I heard the sound of my name floating

on the night air like music. “Nana,” Mom cried when

she reached me. “I was worried sick,” My mother threw

her arms around me. Then I saw my mother’s dress was

full of blood. And her hand was bleeding still. I couldn’t

believe that I had hurt my mother’s hand.

She always brushes my hair with those warm

hands. She always makes my clothes clean with those

warm hands. She always cooks delicious meals for me

with those warm hands. She always cleans the place

where I could stay nicely and fell safe with those warm

hands. She has taking care of me and brought me up

with those gentle and warm hands. “I’m so sorry” I

hugged my mother tightly.

What a important first lesson of my life! I keep

this deeply in my heart. “I’m so grateful to have you as

my mother”!! “Thank you and your warm hands are

with me always.”