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Some years later their daughter came to visit them with the little boy.
Mr. Mike was very proud of his grandson. He could not wait to see him
wear the shoes, and share with everybody the story of the small
shoes that had been waiting patiently for so many years to warm up
the feet of a child.
He went in a hurry to get the small shoes from the workshop. He
unlocked the door and saw them through the glass shining on the shelf.
They were glowing and they were special and different from the rest,
just like him. He was different from the rest of his fellow countrymen,
full of compassion and patience. It seemed as if these shoes had taken
some of his personality traits.
As soon as he opened the door he felt a tingling sensation in his heart.
“It’s probably nothing”, he thought and took one step to enter the shop.
But that was his last step because Mr. Mike left his last breath on the
entrance of the workshop.
Years passed by and one day his old lady, Rose, made the same long
journey. The workshop was deserted but every time somebody would
pass outside, it was like his shoes came to life and stood firmly on the
ground.