New Shoes

February 4, 1986: My Tia had to have new ones. Her old black mocassins were worn and the soles were practically nonexistent. But no new ones. We went to the nearest church and before Caritas closed at noon, she picked a used pair of shoes. It was in good condition, but that´s not the point. My Tia has worked hard all her life. Doesn´t she deserve something brand new, especially now, towards the end of her life? Doesn´t she deserve to have nice stuff instead of other people´s giveaways?