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“May it be strong and I don’t mind about the gender” said Mr. Mike and
waved the midwife off. At night in his bedroom, he looked proudly at
both his wife sleeping peacefully and his daughter in the crib.
“Never mind about the small shoes” he thought. “I will keep them for
the next one”.
And the years went by with poverty, war, sorrow but also laughter.
And Mr. Mike was always sitting behind his workbench. He mainly
mended old shoes, since his fellow countrymen did not have money to
get new ones. He used carton and sacks and anything you can think of,
to fix and mend the worn out but many-times-mended shoes people
brought him.
On his bench in a small box he kept safe the small shoes he made, when
he thought his wife was having a boy. Every time that Rose announced
she was pregnant, he dusted off and polished the small shoes. But
when she would come with her head lowered to tell him she had lost
another child, he would put them back again into their box.