I Gave My Sneakers to the School Janitor After Noticing His Were Worn Through – The Next Morning, the Principal Summoned Me to His Office Over the Intercom

me shoes like it was nothing.”

“I saw the shop.”

“It was kind of nothing.”

“No,” he said softly. “It wasn’t.”

The room was quiet except for the machines.

“I think I know what you were trying to fix,” I finally muttered.

His eyes opened.

“Not shoes.”

A faint smile touched his face.

“People?”

I nodded.

“It was kind of nothing.”

He looked toward the window.

“Shoes continue reading …