My family has feet of many different sizes. My sister’s and mother’s feet are small as an elf’s foot; they are always is able to find a nice pair of shoes to fit. My father’s feet, my father’s feet are small sort of like my mothers and sisters, but his reek of a mysterious stank and are rough. Rough like sandpaper, worn away from years of hard work and shoeless summers.
My feet, my feet are those of like giant’s feet, long and bulky. Always getting in the way, always running into things, and getting injured. The biggest in the family, taking up the most space in the car when room is needed, asking for a bigger pair when purchasing shoes.