The clutter outside the house was mostly made up of toys Cecilia had played with as a child.
They were her little bicycles, scooters, roller shoes...
Seeing these items, Cecilia could no longer hold back her tears, letting them stream down her cheeks.
She took Nico by the hand and stepped inside.
As they walked in, the place was getting narrower, filled with shoe samples of various kinds, all delicate and beautiful.
Seeing the brightly colored and novel styles of the shoes, Nico couldn't help but reach out to touch them.
Cecilia couldn't find her father anywhere and instinctively looked towards the back yard.
In the yard, a man sat in front of an old shoe-making machine with his back to her. He hunched over the machine, busy at work with both his hands and feet.
He was slow, and hi
