Hands

She held her hand out, and smiled a smile that made my soul burst into life, a smile that filled every atom in my body with endless energy. I slowly moved my hand out and grabbed her little hand. It was merely the size of my palm and it felt so perfect, so gentle enclosed between my palm and my fingers. She had a an aura. A very strong aura. An aura that spread through me every time she extended her hand in need, and everytime she smiled to say thank you after I did.
Every time we had to cross the road she would be scared of the rushing trafic, so we would croos the road together, hand in hand and I could feel the fear in those little fingers. Every time we sat down together to watch a Disney Princesses movie, and she would clap giddily at the end of it and in those claps you saw sparks of excitement bursting out. 10pm, that was her bed time, and I'd set her down in my lap, wrapped up in a blanket, with a cup of hot chocolate as I'd read her a good bedtime story, and when The GingerBread man drowned, she covered those pearly eyes with her hands and sobbed. That's the first time I realised hands conceal pain too. Then she'd remove them from her eyes and wipe the salty water on my shirt, and I'd laugh.  She also did a good job of showing rage with her hands, everytime I messed up something, forgetting something she asked for, or stopping her from doing something she wanted to do cause I found it risky, she would start punching my leg, with the face all red like a hot balloon, funnily enough I found it adorbale. Though my favourite hand emotion was the one she showed me when she'd lean forward, and put both hands on my face (trying to grasp on to whatever she could) and give me a kiss on top of my cheek, right before asking me to buy her a certain toy, or when she'd put her fingers between the gaps of mine and say, you're my best friend. She taught me something I never thought hands could portray so well. She taught me hands show love, and love like I never thought I'd feel.
I was the older one, but I think she taught me more than I ever hoped to learn. Through every thing we did, I became a better person, and no matter where I go or what happens, I'll always remember that feeling that came when I held those hands. That feeling was heaven.