These black rubber shoes softly embraced my scarred feet that were covered in soil. But I stepped over them, so to speak, the moment those sparkly shoes won my heart, even though the old shoes were filled with my childhood memories I sold them without a second thought to Mr. Traffy, blinded by the sweetness of his rice traffy. It took me a while to understand the love the black rubber shoes had for me. And they never complained...even after being betrayed and abounded.