{"id":35897,"date":"2021-07-10T20:19:43","date_gmt":"2021-07-10T20:19:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/?p=35897"},"modified":"2021-07-11T00:16:54","modified_gmt":"2021-07-11T00:16:54","slug":"shoe-story-by-kruti","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jaimirahulkrutipatel.com\/blogs\/?p=35897","title":{"rendered":"Shoe Story Written by Kruti!!!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Uh oh. A child presses her foot into me. If the child\u2019s foot fits inside me, it\u2019s time for me to go to a child\u2019s home. Let me explain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Every day, a shoe is paired up with another one that looks exactly like it and leaves Maria and Toby\u2019s Shoes, the store that I\u2019m in right now. Well, unless the child\u2019s or adult\u2019s foot fits inside the shoe pair. The pair goes to a child\u2019s or an adult\u2019s home. I\u2019ve never experienced it, but rumors say that it\u2019s a painful experience. One day, people will return you to the store, and you\u2019ll be relieved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But sometimes, the pair might become put in the trash. Or worse-burned. And that\u2019s why I am very glad where I am right now! One of the storekeepers, Maria, sees that the child\u2019s foot fits into me. \u201cSo do you want to buy this shoe pair?\u201d she asks. The mother says, \u201cWe\u2019ll take the pair.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I see another shoe in the box I\u2019m put into. It\u2019s hard to see anything, and everything gets dark as the lid is on the top. I hear a ca-ching noise from that machine thingie, so the mother must have paid for us. The child must be carrying us and skipping since we are being jumbled. Don\u2019t get me started on the car ride.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We get to the child\u2019s house. The child is a she. She opens the box, and I see a huge house. Maybe I might like this. \u201cMommy, can we go outside?\u201d the child asks. \u201cSure!\u201d the mother replies. \u201cPut on your new shoes!\u201d The child slips her feet into us. It hurts so much. The child and her mother walk outside, stepping on gravel, twigs, and grass.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u2019s so painful. She doesn\u2019t even care about us shoes! She likes their looks but never thinks that they could be in so much pain when it comes to walking. Finally, we reach the park, and the child sits down. Yes! Now it\u2019s time for pure relaxation-<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSwingggg!!!\u201d the girl squeals. She perches on the swing. Whenever a child does that, that means that you\u2019ll be getting sick. I have made a guide to life as a shoe.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Advice #1: Go on roller coasters more often. You will have to be prepared for being on the swing and roller coasters more often. Depends on what your child likes, however.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yep! Pretty good, right? Anyways, the girl pumps her legs, and the other shoe and I soar off! Not literally, but we\u2019re flying! Sort of! It is actually a good vibe, though! I feel like I have wings. Soon, that feeling disappears as the child climbs up the ladder to the slide.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That doesn\u2019t hurt as much as it does when the child goes down the slide. She slides down to the ground and lands on the ground. The child gets up and runs to her mom. The mother gives her a bottle of juice, and the child drinks some of it. After thirty minutes of pain, the mother and child finally go home.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I decide to give the child a talk. If she still doesn\u2019t understand, I will live in a box. As the girl takes off the other shoe and me, I say, \u201cCan\u2019t you please treat me correctly?\u201d The girl looks shocked. She says, \u201cYou\u2019re my shoe. You can\u2019t talk!\u201d \u201cBut I am,\u201d I say.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOkay, then I\u2019ll throw you out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Those words make me so happy! The girl runs outside and throws me high in the air. I land on a soft patch of grass. Now I can go back to the shoe store. I immediately hop to the shoe store and go back into my box with Mom and Dad.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026..<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It has been two years, and I start missing the child. I feel like I want to go back there, but then again, I\u2019d probably not survive. A ten-year-old walks into the shoe store. She asks, \u201cCan I have my other shoe? It ran off.\u201d The store owner says, \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d \u201cI accidentally lost my shoe, and I think it\u2019s here,\u201d she says.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat did it look like?\u201d the store owner questions. \u201cAh, it was blue with black laces. And it had a star on the bottom!\u201d the ten-year-old says. The girl just described me. \u201cI\u2019ll look for the shoe, ma\u2019am, I promise. Or we can replace your whole pair and give you another.\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d the girl replies stubbornly. \u201cI only want that shoe I described.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I think about something: the ten-year-old could be that girl who got me two years ago. The store owner starts looking in boxes. The girl helps him look, and they finally find me. \u201cIs this the one?\u201d the store owner asks. \u201cYes! Thank you so much!\u201d the ten-year-old says. She grabs me and rushes to her house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The girl goes to her room, saying, \u201cLook, shoe, I\u2019m really sorry about how I treated you. I will be nicer to you. I don\u2019t know how to do it.\u201d \u201cMaybe,\u201d I explain. \u201cYou can wear sandals often in the summer, and when it\u2019s winter, you can wear snow boots. And during spring and fall, you can wear me.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat\u2019s a suitable plan for me! Thanks!\u201d the girl says. \u201cThanks!\u201d I echo.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo problem.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And so that\u2019s how we become best buds forever! The plan worked. Now, you\u2019re probably wondering how I still fit in the girl\u2019s foot. Well, shoes grow! Isn\u2019t that cool? I think it is. Just like humans. Too bad humans don\u2019t live forever. #Happilyeverafter!<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Written by Kruti Patel<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Uh oh. A child presses her foot into me. If the child\u2019s foot fits inside me, it\u2019s time for me to go to a child\u2019s home. Let me explain. 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