Five or six years ago, my daughter Katy gifted me eight hands, cast (型どる)in plaster(石膏). As I unpacked the box, pulling out more and more hands, I was flabbergasted(驚愕した). At first I didn’t realize whose hands they were. Then I put it together (落ち着いて考えて理解した): There was one for each member of my immediate family(近い親戚), from my young grandchildren to my elderly father-in-law. It was so much fun for each person to tell the story of the casting: how hard it was to be still long enough, what went wrong, how excited they were when the hand finally emerged (現れた). Katy had to wrangle (説き伏せる)everyone, providing them with materials from afar(遠くに), teaching them how to do it, giving tips on how to make an expressive(表情が豊かな) hand gesture. And after Christmas, they taught me how to make my own plaster hand to join the others! They’re all now proudly displayed in our home, gesturing at me every time I walk by.