In Her Shoes
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Ongoing12m
Last published Mon, Jun 6, 2016
After my mother died I went through her stuff... Her clothes, her jewelry, her photos, and her shoes, well her one pair of shoes... She had those shoes since she was 13... She never owned another pair since... Growing up in Mexico for her was hard... That's why she came to America... So it wouldn't have been so hard for us... Her mother couldn't give her everything but they got by on what they had... Looking at these shoes I have to wonder how many miles they've endured, how many people they've passed on the streets, how many times they were tied and untied, and how much love and care my mother had given to this one pair of shoes she ever owned...
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