My daughters hands....I Remember

I looked at my daughters hands today so tiny and so petite, and healthy. It's hard to believe that a year ago she was in ICU recovering from heart surgery. I remember them telling me how she would look, but nothing prepares you for that site. I remember how cold and dry they were, I remember the blankets the tubes the wires and the nightmares she would have. I remember her asking, why? I remember the day she came to my house to stay, I remember the day she went home, as I sat on her bed and cried. I see her scar and I wonder why, only God knows. I looked at my daughters hands today and I was glad to see they were okay.