Since then, it’s just been the two of us.
Andrew handled the loss in a way most adults couldn’t. He stayed quiet, steady, almost as if he had made a promise not to fall apart in front of me. But there was one thing he refused to let go of—a pair of sneakers his father had given him shortly before everything changed.
Those shoes became his connection to his dad. Rain or mud didn’t matter—he wore them every single day as if they were part of him.
Two weeks ago, they finally fell apart. The soles peeled off completely.
I told him I would buy new ones, though I didn’t know how. I had just lost my job as a waitress because, according to my employer, I looked “too sad” around customers. I didn’t argue, but money was tight. Still, I would have figured something out.
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