Well, the years have passed, and I"m not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She"s been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl"s stomach or soothe a boy"s scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could and still insists on dishing out ice cream at any hour of the day or night.