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“Never mind my love, there will be a next time. The Lord is good” he would
say and smile at her. And that was always his way, he would say “never
mind” and smile because those were cruel times and they were very poor.
The years went by and Mr. Mike was always there, bending over his bench
and mending all kinds of shoes. The small children’s shoes got forgotten in
time, behind a pile of shoes he kept for repairs.

The only moments that Mr.
Mike, the shoe maker, spent
outside his workshop were
those when he would feed his
goats, water his plants in his
small garden or go at the
coffee shop in the village.
Those were also the moments
when his daughter and her
friends would find a chance to
sneak in the workshop and dig
around. In their children eyes
this place was like an
amusement park with all
these unusual tools. The little
girls would wear the high
heels pretending to be ladies
and the little boys would wear
the big boots pretending to be
cowboys and soldiers.