I Bought Baby Shoes at a Flea Market with My Last $5, Put Them on My Son & Heard Crackling from Inside
I was a worn-out mom with a worn-out wallet, juggling late diner shifts, a three-year-old in shoes that pinched, and a bedridden mother. At a foggy flea market, with only five dollars left, I spotted tiny brown leather shoes, almost new. The vendor wanted six, but after looking at my son, Stan, she let them…