Page 20 - My FlipBook

She folded the letter and wiped the tears from her eyes.
“What is this, mommy?”
“It is a letter from your grandfather.”
“Will you read it to me tonight before I go to bed?” said the
child. He did not wait for an answer but wore his small shoes
and kept on playing, running around and laughing with
enthusiasm.
Mr. Mike was proudly watching his grandson - from above,
where the birds fly, and even higher, wearing the shoes and
climbing up on the old bench and the chair, where he used
to sit on and work days and nights. And far away in the
clouds his soul found peace, as he heard the child’s voice
echoing from the old shoe making workshop.