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  • When I was about three years old , my mother gave me for my birthday a curly blondie haired baby doll and the gift I liked the most : a pair of shoes, simply shoes.

    What was so spectacular and especial about those shoes? They were of the most amazing color I have ever seen : a bright , shiny red,with a rounded point in a doll style.

    Yes, red! Not black, not brown nor beige but red. My eyes sparkled to the sight of them as I covered them with a wave of passionate kisses, ignoring my poor pale doll,pale like beige shoes.

    My new shoes were different , vibrating. Then, I ecstatically put them on and wandered around , bouncing my brown-redish curls , wearing my proudest smile, cheeks flushed with excitement , feeling all grown up, all ladylike.

    I wore them to the day they had finally been torn apart by my overusing.

    One day, despite of my tearful protests, my mother threw them way.

    And I mourned them until the moment something new caught my attention. It is hard to tell what , so many were the concerns of my childhood.

    Melly Oliveira, 09/30/2012.
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