In retrospect, I remember work-worn hands that made Christmas tamales and perfectly round tortillas every day for decades, which folded in prayer before each meal; our own hands are skilled in their own ways, but smooth, manicured, defying our standing as someone’s Abuela.
We are the abuelitas…
Sylvia Hewett Schneider

I could picture my big grandma’s hands cooking so vividly after reading this.

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