The hand


Everyday I wake up and I get a cup of coffee, when I go for dinner I have wine and water served in my glass, when I forget the keys I have a way to get home. Everyday passes by so fast and so full of things to do, preoccupations and activities that I forget to notice the hand which makes it possible.

But there are some days, like today, that I see that same hand driving a car and all the previous actions I did not value before, pass like a movie in front of my eyes. Those days I realise that this same hand hugs me and supports me even when I am not fully able to notice it.



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