MY DAD’S SHOES when I was 18, and after 2 years of helping my parent to take care of my grandmother, she passed away, couple a days after her funeral we decided that it was time to clean her room. Finally it was time for me to discover what was in the most guarded armoires in that house, I clearly remember that it was a bittersweet moment, sweet because finally, after so many year of wondering what was inside and why they were locked all the time, and bitter because I was about to…
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