It was the start of winter. I was sat on the porch waiting for my mother to come home from Picadilly. She had been looking for work there all week. I looked down at my worn out old shoes. I could see my big toe coming through the top.
I heard footsteps coming down the street. I ran with all of my might. I couldn't wait to see my mother and tell her all that had happened while she was away. She gave me a huge hug. It wasn't until this moment stopped that I realised what was in her hands at the time.
She held the most amazing shiny brown shoes. “For you.” she told me. I didn't know what to say. “Thank you” I replied .She handed them to me. As I had a closer look I saw that they were brand new, not one scuf mark and were as clean as can be. “Well??” my mother asked nervously. “I love them, they're the best shoes in the world.” I said through the huge grin on my face. I slipped off my old shoes and put on my new ones not wanting to damage them.
I was so thankful for my new shoes that winter I didn't once feel the cold winter air on my feet because I had my new shoes.