Translated…
Back then, he’d wanted to pursue me, used the excuses of wanting to teach me to play ping pong, and took the advantage to touch my hands, several years later, as he’d recalled, he’d said, “I felt so flustered, so red in the face!”, weird, I’d not, noticed it one bit, did he, touch me back then? Thinking about it, the very first time we’d held hands, must’ve been a set up too. He took me to the seaside, the landscape had weird shaped rocks, we’d needed to climb up and down, how can he let me trip and fall, so naturally, he’d, taken my hands, his large hand, over my smaller, someone’s getting happy all right!
I’d put on some hand cream before bedtime, don’t know if it’s how my body type was altered, these past couple of years, whenever the seasons changed, my hands would start shedding, I’d felt awful, for my left hand to take my own right hand, gladly, I’m already, his significant other now. It’s just, we no longer, held hands anymore, I’d walked fast, and often, I’d, turned around, and not see him. However, as we cross the streets, I would, wait for him, he knew I’d not really known how to cross the road, and would totally, held tightly, to my hand, I’d not need to watch the signals, just follow him.
Recalling back, my small hands were tender and smooth, very seductive toward those who’d ever held it, everyone who’d ever held my hand said they were……delicate. And now, I’m past midlife, my hands had, weathered through the years, I’d not done any extra household chores, looking at them front and back, my fingers became bloated like those small sausages now, perhaps, it’s because I’d soaked them for too long, in the river of the years that came and went, they’d secretly, became, bloated. The ring my husband bought for me before we married, I’d wanted to wear it again, but, it’d looked like something that someone gave to my son as he turned one-month of age.
My hands were small and dumb, since my two sons were born, on the weekends, I’d taken care of them myself, my husband felt uneasy for me to bathe them, worried that my small hands wouldn’t be steady enough that they couldn’t hold my son’s big head, that I’d accidentally, let him slip into the water, he’d shouldered the responsibilities for bathing them. My two sons were bathed to perfection by him, and, the handsome man looking focused, bathing his own sons is the most amazing, I’d given him back and shoulder rubs.
This pair of hands, before I wed, they’d never been anywhere near the kitchens, I’d lived on like a high-class woman; but, it’d become trying after I wed, a million situations came. I’m not a good cook, and would often, dump an entire package of powder as I wanted to make the soup thicker; stir-frying some chives, I’d picked up the chives and peeled back the skins one by one. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, I can handle just about any and everything, BUT being a cook.
The affinity had been written from way before, an able-bodied husband often lay down next to his slow wife, and gladly, I married, an all-around, all capable man, anything in fixing things up, he’d managed well, and he’d often told, that after he’d retired, he will take up cooking…he was so full of confidence about his own skills, and it’d, filled me up with expectancies too.
After using the hand crème for an entire week, my hands became smoother, and I feel more comfortable, giving my hand to my husband to hold now. Thinking about it, my best hand cream, is actually, from the love and tolerance that my husband had toward me, thank you, honey, for using your able hands, to take care of my dumb and slow hands, although I didn’t have the birth advantage, you can’t pick and choose anymore, I will, hold your hands tightly for life!
So, this, is how close this husband and wife are, they’d gone through the parts of their lives together, stayed by one another’s sides, helped each other through the tougher times, and, they’re bound, to keep carrying on like this until the end too.