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A $5 Purchase — and a Hidden Sound
That’s where I saw them: a pair of brown leather baby shoes, small but sturdy, the kind that looked made to last.
“How much?” I asked the vendor — an elderly woman with silver hair tucked beneath a faded scarf.
My heart sank. I had only five. I started to walk away, but she studied me for a long moment and smiled gently.
“For you, dear — five’s enough. No child should have cold feet.”
That small act of kindness nearly undid me. I thanked her through tears, clutching the shoes like they were treasure.
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