Ever since she was a young child, she’d felt, this strong burning sensation in her hands, and when she’d inquired about it to her mama, her mama told her to shush!
not my photograph…
So, she’d, carried her own, burning hands, in the winters, it was, more than okay, as the rest of the children, they’d all had, freezing hands that turned to shades of blue, only hers, stayed warm, without even gloves or mittens.
But, in the summers, well, that’s, a whole other story, as the temperature rises outside, she’d felt the burns from her hands, getting hotter, hotter, hotter, she’d placed her tiny hands into a basin of cold water, and, in almost an instant, her hands’ temperature would turn the water boiling hot.
And because of this, she felt, separated, discriminated by, the rest of the other “normal” children, for they don’t have burning hands like hers. Her burning hands that made her stood out had, turned her, into a freak now!
Those, burning hands, they will, NEVER stop burning, they’d, burned, from her childhood days, into her adolescence, into, her adulthood years, and now, she’s an elderly woman, and, she’d sat, on her rocker, waiting for someone, to come pay her a visit, but nobody ever came, because everybody fears her, thought of her as a witch, someone who is capable, and will, hurt her/him, all because of her burning hands.
Life, the Obstacle Course 