My Red Shoes Story

Wet Shoes

I am not Imelda Marcos, I am Mark Lester

For three years, I was wearing my only pair of black leather shoes on my way to school at TIP, Manila. Everyday I walk on the same street, but this time it was different. It was a stormy weather of 2007. I was struggling to walk in the streets of Plaza Miranda, the flood of murky waters was nearly knee-high and the rain wouldn't stop; it was very sudden so I haven't had the chance to wear off my shoes, and even if I wear it off, it would still get wet cause the whole vicinity is touched by the waters, so no choice, I walk through the rain with hope and despair in my heart: hope because I can get to school to attend my classes, and despair because I don't have the resources to buy a new pair of black leather shoes. I guess it is quite well to expect the expected.