pair of shoes

“Being the same and similar to other teens” is the desire of all teenagers. I remember well how, as a teenager in 1963, I had to have the latest pair of sneakers that are “in”. The problem, last month I’ve just bought a pair of leather shoes. But, really sports shoes in fashion, so I came to the father asked his help. “I need a little money for sports shoes”, I said one evening in the garage where my father worked as a mechanic. “Willie” father looked surprised. “New shoes a month old. Why now you need new shoes?” “Every person wearing sneakers, father.” “It may be a son, but it is not easy to make dad buy sports shoes. Salaries small father and often not enough to meet daily needs.” “Daddy, I look silly wearing this type”, I said, pointing to the new oxford shoes. Dad looked in in the eye. Then he replied: “Look, you wear these shoes again one day. Tomorrow, at school, pay attention to all your friends shoes. If after school you still believe that most battered shoes shoes than your pal friend, the father will cut your mother and spending money buy a pair of sneakers. ”

I am happy to go to school the next morning, full of confidence that the day was my last day of oxford shoes are outdated. I do what my father told me to do, but not, I tell you what I look carefully. Brown shoes, black shoes, tennis shoes worn, all the center of attention. In the evening, I have the vocabulary in my mind how many friends at school who also was not wearing sports shoes, shoes and even broken, perforated, etc. dropped form was approaching extinction as a means of protecting the foot. But many also wore a handsome sports shoes, which always beats a full second when the owner’s style with a gallant menghentakkannya. After school ended, I walked quickly to the garage where my father worked. I am almost sure that next Monday I will go to groups that are “in”. Every time I stamped my heel on the road, I imagine, have been wearing my dream sneakers. Workshop was very quiet. The voice that sounded just clink clink of metal from under an old chevy made in 1956. The air smelled of oil, but the smell seems to me, great. Only one customer was waiting for my father who was struggling under the old chevy. “Mr. Alva”, asked me to customers who are waiting, “still long?” “I do not know Will. You know the nature of your father. He was unpacking gear, but when he found the other part was wrong, he will finish well.”

I leaned on the gray car. What can I saw was a pair of legs sticking father out from under the car. With a flick-larvae chevy taillights, unconsciously I looked at the father’s feet. Work trousers navy blue, dull and sticky oil affected. Too shabby. Shoes, old white instead of black …. ah young, old, and really really crappy, as it should be a shoe a mechanic. Shoes are not left platform, and the right still has a small piece of thin skin, which formerly named sol. In the end, a row of staples on both biting the skin taut taut, preventing her toes peeping out. Shoelaces beriap-riap, and a hole to show some of her little finger bandaged cotton shirt. “It’s home son?” father out from under the car. “Yes sir”, I said. “You do what I tell you today?” “Yes sir” “Well, what do you say?” He looked at me, as if he knew what would I say. “I still like sports shoes” I said firmly, and trying desperately not to look at the father’s shoes. “Then, my father had to cut spending money your mother.” “Why not go and buy now?” Dad took out a $ 10 and fishing coins for 30 cents to pay 3% sales tax.

I took the money and immediately went to the mall, two blocks from the garage where my father worked. In front of a window, I stopped to see if the shoe were on display there sportku. Still! $ 9.95. But my money would not be enough if I had to buy nails to be nailed spikes on the soles and the click clack noise handsome. I thought to run into the house and asked for financial support from the mother, because no possible return to his father and asked for its shortcomings. By the time I thought of my father, his old shoes look looming over my eyes. Kebututannya obviously, the ragged side camping, nail spikes had peeked out and a line of staples commonly used to clamp the paper. Worn leather shoes he wore to his family. In the biting season, wearing the same shoe through the cold streets, toward the car that had stalled the car. But my father never complained. It occurred to me, how many things a father should be required, but does not have, only my eyes to get what I want. Sports shoes and luxury that lie behind the glass in front of me began to fade. What would it be fathers like me. What kind of shoes are now worn, when my father acted like I was being.

I went into the shoe store. A large rack plastered magnificent, full of shoes contains a really cool sport. Beside him, there is a different shelf, with sebingkai writing “big sale. 50% discount”. Under the frame lying semodel shoes shoes shoes father, the younger generations, of course. My mind is playing ping pong. At first father battered shoes. And now the new shoes. Thoughts about being “in” and in unison with other teenagers at school. And then the thought of his father, tired beat …. I take size 42 shoes from the shelves berdiscount. Immediately walked toward the counter, plus tax, the price becomes $ 6.13. I returned to the garage and putting new shoes on my father in his car seat. I met my father and return the remaining change. “I think the price is $ 9.95″ said the father. “Sale” I said curtly. I grabbed a broom, and began helping his father clean the garage. At five o’clock, he signaled that the garage should be closed and we had to go home. Daddy held a shoe box when we got in the car. When he opened the box, he could only look without uttering a word. He looked at the shoes for long, then to me. “I think you buy sports shoes”, he said quietly. “Actually, dad, …” But …. I was unable to continue. How should I explain that I really wanted to be like father? And when I grow up, I really want to be like this good man, which God gave to me as my father. Dad put his hand on my shoulder, and we looked at each other for a moment. There are no words to say the word. Dad started the car, and we go home.