Hand surgery

and my hands were red. "Tingting, are you cold?" Grandpa asked me. “It’s okay, the hand is a bit cold." I rubbed my hands on the side while answering. "Put your hand in between of my sweater and coat, you hands will be warmer." Grandpa said. I thought this is a good way, then pull open the coat, the two hands into it, grandfather's body was trembled. And now remembered, perhaps when I pull open the coat of the grandfather too careless. The cold wind got into the grandfather's body, and my hand was like

a black abyss….. “Congratulation, you two look great together,” the man says as he shakes my hand. I look around me and to my surprise, i'm at the beach. There over a hundred people dancing and having fun. There bunches of round teal and white tables that take up most of the area. I look down and see myself in a bright teal dress and in white high heels. I look next to me to see my hand in his hand. He is wearing a white suit and tie that goes with my dress. I feel loved all of a sudden and

I sat on the soft, colorful carpet in the corner of the classroom, planning my next prodigious film! Would it be a sequel to my most famous and extravagant movie Argentina? That was my absolute favorite film, mainly because I liked the breathtaking musical numbers in it. I stared at the dark blue walls pretending I was in the rundown, old Beach Orphanage, filled with badly built buildings and sad little children, the magical setting of my movie! “Why my benevolent Argentina, what shall we do with

face was set rigid as she sat, wishing for luck from the god’s hands. From God’s hands. Whichever would help her son first. Juana had always believed luck was a fickle thing. Sometimes luck was simple and easy helping without even having been asked for. But that was not how luck was most of the time. For when you really needed luck, you become desperate leading to your worries taking control and trying to tear luck from the god’s hands by itself. Kino had been diving for over two minutes, but she

her to do something like that. Sure she would bitch and push people but complaining was something she wasn’t good at doing. She dropped her hand down and rubbed at her hip, it was one of the reasons she never let on that her leg hurt nearly all the time. She just worked through the pain. Uttering out a sigh she removed her hand from her hip. Extending her hand out she pressed a button on the pad next to the door. It took her several times pushing it

suspicious urine, and suffocating humidity percolate throughout the atmosphere, slowly killing us all. We meet at Penn Station. A sizable orange and teal hat shadows light blue eyes, and a bright red smile kisses me on my cheek. Freshly manicured hands with cold rings squeeze my shoulders. My aunt. She’s glad to see me. We’re going to a French restaurant she was told about by a periodical that writes about French restaurants. New York City with gloomy drizzle is expensive designer shoes dipping

Stepping out onto her small porch Laurel placed her hands her hands at her hips, head turning from side to side, to gaze at the city. Everything looked so peaceful, it was hard to believe that sooner or later everything would change, war was on the horizon whether they like it or not. She muttered out a sigh as she reached her hand up to rub at her forehead. She blinked a few times when she caught sight of Cain. “Here goes nothing.” She mumbled to herself as she walked down the small steps. She met

watching as it came to a stop on the side of the road. Mrs. Kramer, the shopkeeper's wife, followed her out. “Who do you think they are?” Charlie asked the older woman, unconsciously moving her hand to rest on the handle of her k-bar. “It’s an Orphan Train,” Mrs. Kramer replied, holding up a hand to block out the noon day sun. “Had word they were headed this way about a month ago.” “An Orphan Train?” Charlie repeated as she watched dozens of children being herded out of the wagons and sat along

The first time of many "No having people over Hailea! I have people watching the house." "Of course I'm not going to have anybody over Dad...I'm not stupid, I know we have a security system." "James, we need to go...our flight leaves at 4 o'clock and it's already 3 o'clock!" "Okay" "All right well you two have fun! Call me when your flight lands." "We will, give your Dad and I hugs before we leave." After giving both Mom and Dad hugs and kisses goodbye, I thought to myself this weekend is

combination of meaning and movement in signing, allows you to learn the meaning of a gesture, while you visualize the movement. One important factor to remember is that eighty-five percent of the Native American Sign Language was done with the right hand; this system kept the communication process very simple Some very simple signs are easily commanded… EARTH – Point with right index finger to the ground. FATHER – Tap right breast with tips of fingers 2 or 3 times. FRIEND –