My Kissing Hand Research Paper

~My Kissing Hand~ Love Is Always With Me.

In my palm, I hold the love. I squeeze the love. I feel the love. I love the love. Cherishing my possession, I press my palm to my fiery, blotchy cheek, and I remember that the love is always with me. Inside of my young hand, warmth radiates through the rest of my body as I hold it to my face. I think to myself what my mommy has told me hundreds and hundreds of times, “‘Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you.’” I wipe away the salty tears; I wipe away my fears. Breathe Justina, just breathe. It will be okay. You will be okay. Mommy’s love is with you. I have a kissing hand. My kissing hand has unlimited amounts of kisses stored inside. It holds a magic kiss from mommy; the kiss that will stay there forever, and with it’s superpowers, my right hand has the ability to infuse my body with love and warmth when it is placed on my cheek. Mommy’s love is always with me, even when mommy is not.

When I first got my kissing hand, I was just like Chester the raccoon, a character from one of my favorite books. Like Chester, I knew I was going to miss Mommy when we were apart. I wasn’t happy about it either. So she gave me a magic smooch in the palm of my hand when I was outside of my daddy’s house-- what used to be our house, where we all lived together. She

Summer is AMAZING! I thought to myself. What I didn’t realize was that I was going to be away from Mommy for seven consecutive days. On the way there we listened to music and sang along like any old cliche movie scene, but that is just the kind of thing my Daddy and I do. After the long four hour journey, we finally drove up the gravel driveway. I grabbed my suitcase out of the trunk and sprinted to the house, the wheels on the bag nearly popping off from spinning so fast. Once I got in the house, my smile almost touching my eyes, Grandma and Grandpa hugged and greeted