Hands assignment

It began when I was just a small child. I was told that ones hands are the canvas of their spirit. Palm reading was thought of as a life skill, and we practiced as one would practice the piano. "It's not a game." Grandmother would say..."Not something to play around with." I took her very seriously, and although I read many a palm, I rarely shared my readings with the palm owner. When I became an adult, I was asked if I would like to have my own palm read, something I had repeatedly refused as a child. I refused and the reader laughed at me, knowing that it was a specialty of mine to read palms. "I'd rather be surprised!" I told her.
"I don't want a syllabus to my life. I'll keep my hands strong and clean, and let Fate take care of the rest."
"Are you scared of what you may hear?" She asked me
"It's like peeking at a present." I told her " So tempting, but once you know what's in the package...the gift is over. No more surprise, no more anticipation....no more expression. I love surprises. I love to giggle with excitement as I open that necklace that I mentioned two months ago that I wanted. Those reactions are impossible to fake, and I wouldn't want to"