"No." My mother commanded firmly, her toes clinching defensively as if into the souls of her brand new Born wedges, though I wore them now. The regret for having boasted about them, their incredible comfort, their business-casual style, painted her usually tan skin a ghostly tint. I took another step, and basket in ecstasy as my foot seemed to dive into a sea of cushion and arch support. I said nothing, but when our gazes met, she heard my every thought, "No." She repeated, her ferocity battered down to a defeated mutter. I borrowed her shoes all of the time, sure, but never these. These were game changing. I knew I could break her, it would be easy, but could I really live with myself if I did?
"I'm just trying to impress the business professionals." I whimpered back. Ruthless. My school's New York trip was hours away, and still my best option for footwear was a beaten pare of Merrills, but even so, I felt dirty for inflicting such a low blow, but desperate times (and early onset orthopedic issues) called for desperate measures.
"Take them..." She sighed.
A wave of nausea washed over me, and suddenly my feet were drowning in an ocean of shame. What had I done? My mother had sacrificed so much for me, yet here I was, sucking more and more of her soul away, dwindling her down to nothing.
"I... I can't." I stuttered back, the room now spinning, Where am I? My disoriented mind wondered, "WHO am I?" This had gotten out of hand too quickly, and I could feel myself sinking. My dissonance echoed loudly throughout the room. Would anything ever be the same again? Then, a miracle happened. Some might say it was a fluke, but I knew better. I could feel the universe aligning, changing something inside of her.
"You need them." She said now, all reluctance a distance memory. "Take them."
And with her sincere blessing, I did. I was right, it seemed, that with taking these shoes, things would never be quite the same, but sometimes, change is for the better.