The door tumbler turned, a key inserted into the lock,
where can she hide? As her legs shook instantly and her knees
began to knock uncontrollably, the door began to move now.
She leaned against the wall of bookcases in hopes to disappear into
them, she spotted it, the closet!
Inside the master closet she suddenly felt safe. Being amongst its size and finery
from around the world, the little girl of ten was delighted!
There were shoes of all kinds and colors. There in the corner, an overly worn pair of ballet shoes
hung by a wisp of ribbon. She assumed the ballerina was once a very gorgeous woman, twirling
and dancing and dreaming. There were delicate and dainty dress shoes, perhaps Cinderella danced in
But there were also shoes of a hard working woman. They were scuffed black and terribly worn
and some had crooked heels. All in a neat little row, seven pairs in all. She was sure these had all
walked at least a hundred miles or so!
And so unlike the fancy and delicate shoes of dreams, these are the only one’s she’s ever
seen on her grandmother’s feet!