Footwear And A Medicant

Footwear and a mendicant After going to several shoe shops, I found shoes that fitted me happy, I walked along and saw a woman sitting on the pavement begging, she looked old for her age severely marked by poverty. I stopped and looked for change; I didn't have any, the woman waited, what to do now? I could not walk past, like not noticed this wretched soul I gave her a note of ten euros and cursed myself, but it triggered a memory from my childhood. Mother had gone into a shop she had stamps to buy woollen socks nylon socks were for the rich; a lady walked past, saw my holed tennis shoes my brother had outgrown. She went into a shoe shop, came out with a pair of black shoes gave them to me, they fitted perfectly; I couldn't wait showing them to the children on our road. Mother came out in her hands had the woolly socks, I showed mother my shiny shoes; take them off, she said and put the tennis shoes on the new shoes are for Sundays only.