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When my Dad first saw me in the hospital when I was born, the first thing he thought was what beautiful hands I have. Since then, my hands were favorite parts of my body. As I became older, my hands got distorted and are not so beautiful anymore because of all the things I do. They are little bit too small so that I get frustrated sometimes. But they let me do or at least try to do anything I want to do. I can punch people too even though people may think that I am weak. My hands help me to become strong! So, don’t mess with me!!

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