But Andrew shook his head.
“I can’t wear other shoes, Mom. These are from Dad.”
Then he handed me duct tape, like it was the most obvious solution.
“It’s okay. We can fix them.”
So I did. I wrapped them carefully and even drew patterns on the tape to make them look better. That morning, I watched him leave the house in those patched shoes, hoping no one would notice.
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