Mom always wears these red shoes. And frankly they are beyond comfortable. I have been offering to take her shopping for new ones, while pulling various black styles out of the closet, but nothing else will do for her. I visited her unexpectedly and found her wearing sensible black sandals. I felt betrayed. I felt sad. Is this yet another stage of her life? The black shoe phase?
She advised me that painting a picture of shoes "shows desperation for subject matter" with that wry smile that curves slightly just at the corners of her mouth. It took me years to understand her irony and mischievous nature. Happy Mother's Day, dear one.
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