My little Girl

My Little Girl

The sign on the sidewalk said: free stuff, with an arrow pointing to a stoop halfway down the block. She followed the sign. All kid stuff, she thought, a little disappointed. The black pair of shoes was almost new. She bent over to pick them up. Vella Pelle—real leather. She smiled at first; then she started to cry. If I had a daughter, I would have bought her shoes like these. Now it’s too late for all that.

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