As the snow kept falling, I had no choice but to use the newspaper clippings to wrap around my baby’s frostbitten feet. It was a heartbreaking sight, and I wished I had the money to buy a pair of shoes for her. I had seen an advertisement for a pair of shoes that were on sale and I had decided to try my luck and see if I could get a pair.
I had knocked on the door of the store and was met by a stern butler. I had explained my situation, but the butler had rebuked me, not bothering to hide the disdain in his voice, before slamming the door in my face. I had no other option, so I had to return home with my hands empty.
As I returned home, I saw my baby’s face light up with joy and I knew I had done the right thing. I had given her the warmth she needed, even if it meant going without shoes. I knew I would have to keep searching for a way to get her a pair of shoes, but for now, I was content in knowing that she was safe and warm.