March 29, 2010
By Anonymous

Shoe size. Shoe color. Shoe style. My dad’s shoes are like a dirty, used mop. Used over and over again until they fall apart. On the other hand, every time Alex sees a pair of shoes they call his name. He has the latest style. My mom’s shoes are “school appropriate.” They are cute. They are comfy. They are casual.
But my shoes are lively. Bright. Different. They don’t have to be the latest style. Or used every day and worn out. They can change my outfit. Change with the weather. And change with my mood.

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