´There´s a dirty mark on my white shoes. Chuck it away.´
´But, thats a sports shoe. It´s meant to be so.´
´No, it isn´t!´
´The dirtier, the better!´
´How do you know?´, challenged Isha.
Jay smiled. ´You were always curious why I fell in love with Mom, right?’
Ánd you said you would tell me when I grow up. Not fair.´, frowned Isha poking her tongue.
´It was her dirty shoes.´
‘ I instantly knew she was THE ONE – rugged, natural, adventurous, clumsy… She had mud stuck on her nose too…Haha!
(Word Count: 98)
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