vThe daughter who had married far away suddenly sent her father a pair of size 41 leather shoes, even though he wore a size 44. The father, who loved his daughter too much to upset her over something so small, lovingly put the shoes away in the closet. But exactly five months later, when he accidentally opened the box, he was so shocked that his hands began to tremble…

“If she ever needs it, I’ll have something to give back.”

My routine didn’t change. Work in the morning, cooking in the afternoon, quiet evenings with the television. The money she sent stayed in a small metal box.

About six months after her wedding, the post office called.

A package had arrived—for me.

It was from Emily.

I carried it home carefully. It was heavier than I expected, wrapped neatly. When I opened it, I found a pair of men’s leather shoes.

I frowned slightly.

She had never sent me shoes before.

I checked the size.

Size 8.

I wear size 11.

I chuckled softly.

“This girl…”

Maybe she forgot. Maybe it was the last pair in the store. I thought about calling her, but stopped myself. She was busy, far away. It wasn’t worth bothering her.

So I cleaned the shoes, placed them back in the box, and tucked them into the closet.