Cutting my dad’s fingernails

By Adrian Gaston Garcia He says that he’s too embarrassed to ask me for this favor
But in his Spanish it sounds sweeter, more innocent, almost childlike

He sets up his station at the dining room table:
A paper towel and two different set of nail clippers

He folds the paper towel in half
before placing his withered and wrinkled hands on top

He lets me hold them
I cannot remember the last time we held hands