Black Shoes
It’s been a week since school started, and I still don’t have my uniform. I made a promise that I’d finally be able to wear it by this week as we were only given one week allowance. I went to the tailor shop, which my best friend recommended, to check if my uniforms are already tailored. Fortunately, they are all done so I told the tailor that I’d be back just to get my payment. By the way, his shop is just near so I just traveled by my grandfather’s bike. I came home, informed my father about it, and courageously asked him for money. He asked for the amount and I answered how much it is exactly hence receiving the exact amount. I immediately returned to acquire my uniforms. But this is not about my uniform, this is about my black shoes. I realized, I already have my uniform, my old black pants, but black shoes. I ought to buy a new pair because I got nothing to wear; however, I don’t have any budget. For some reason, I don’t want to ask for money. And for some ...