She gazed at it, hypnotised by all the rich stuff in front of her. She felt she could spend her entire life in this shoe shop! How lucky these kids were! All the fancy stuff they could have for themselves as soon as they stepped into this world! It made her envious of the lives they lived, the comfort and the luxury they were blessed with. Oh, what she would give to be born to families that could afford the best of the best for their children!
“MIRA, THERE YOU ARE! How many times have I instructed you not let Rahul baba out of sight in the mall! You know how he wanders off on his own, don’t you? Oh god, where is my baby gone? If something happens to him, Mira, I am not going to pay you a single paisa, do you get that, you idiot girl! ? Now, GO, look for him!”
Mira sighed and started walking towards the toy section in search of her employer’s little boy; her mind still lost in all the fancy footwear she had gaped at. How she wished she could swap places with these lucky kids.
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*Today’s prompt: Tiny Shoes.
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