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The days passed quickly and even though times were hard and they were
poor, Mr. Mike was able to make ends meet.
He mended soldier boots, farmer shoes and sometimes sandals and high heels
for the ladies. But every night before going to bed, he tried a new design for
the small shoes of his first born son. He wanted him to have the most
exceptional and comfortable shoes, who knows why? Maybe because he got
to eighteen before he could wear any shoes and probably would still be
barefoot if Mr. George had not given him a pair as a gift. Mr. George was the
man who taught him the craft of making shoes.
The months passed very quickly and it was time for Rose to give birth. Mr.
Mike closed down his shoe making workshop and ran to see both his wife and
his first born son, bringing along the little shoes.
“Congratulations for your daughter” said the midwife.
“Daughter? Did you check closely, madam? We were expecting a boy!”
“What boy? Her belly was round which means she was caring a girl. If it was
pointy, then you would expect a boy.”