She cried her tears out

Running out from her pick up car from school, she hurried into the house and cried, loudly. She could not bear it. Her friends mocked her and laughed at her as she wore torn pair of shoes.

Back in the morning those shoes were just fine, at least they looked so. Seems that ages inside shoe box without human touch made them weak. I remember her smiling while putting them on. "Papa, I am wearing 'new shoes', don't you like them?" Why, yes, of course. Yes, I always like it to see my daughters smiling. The shoes were given by her aunt, they were used ones but still looked good and strong when we received them. Alas, her feet were way to small for them so we decided to put them back in box and wait until they fit.

Finally, a big day for the shoes and her. A night before, she told me that she would wear them to school. Asked whether her previous shoes were not good anymore, her answered were negative. She liked them still but wanted to try the "new" ones. I saw her off to school, running as usual, smiling as usual, with "new" shoes on her small feet.

As I was chewing the last bite of omelette I fixed myself last night, her grandmother told us about what happened earlier. About her running in tears. Suddenly, I sensed that the omelette felt hard and tasteless. It was hard to chew it, not to mention to swallow it afterward, it was harder. So, my daughter was crying, there was no smile in her face sometime in the afternoon. Quckly, I finished my meal without enjoying it anymore. Leaving the people in dining room and rushed to her room. She was with her youngest sister, the baby was sleeping and she was smiling seeing me entering the room.

"Tell your friends not to laugh at you anymore, or I will make them forget how to laugh"

I held her, I was crying inside.