When Ellen visits Paul\u2019s grave, seeking solace, she\u2019s puzzled by the sight of children\u2019s shoes resting on his headstone. Firstly, she dismisses it, assuming it\u2019s a mistake by another grieving family. But as more shoes appear many times, I have a strange feeling. Determined to understand, Ellen eventually catches the person responsible\u2014and her life changes in an speedy.\n

After I saw the shoes, I thought someone had made a mistake. A small pair of blue sneakers lay beside Paul\u2019s headstone, neatly arranged as if left with intention. I figured a grieving parent had misplaced them. People do strange things when they mourn\u2014I know I did. After Paul passed away in a su:dden acc:ident, I spent an entire week making jam that I knew I\u2019d never eat. It was the only thing that made me feel like I was doing something carelessly, anything.\n

But those shoes were different. They didn\u2019t belong, and I moved them aside before placing my flowers by Paul\u2019s grave. It wasn\u2019t until my next visit that I noticed something unusual: there were more shoes.\n

\n\n\n\n\n\n

Paul and I never had children. I tried to convince myself it was a mistake\u2014a grieving parent finding comfort in placing shoes at the wrong grave\u2014but deep down, I couldn\u2019t understand the feeling that something wasn\u2019t right.\n

Image for illustrative purpose only.\n
My sadness turned into anger. Who was doing this? Was it joke?\n
Finally, I saw her. She was sitting beside the grave, gently placing a pair of small brown sandals next to the growing collection. Her long, dark hair swayed in the breeze as she carefully arranged them, her movements slow and purposeful.\n
\u201cHey! You!\u201d\n
She surprised but didn\u2019t run. Instead, she stood slowly.\n
It was Maya \u2013 Paul\u2019s old secretary. She had always been warm and cheerful, but the woman standing before me now seemed burdened with a sorrow I recognized all too well.\n
\u201cMaya?\u201d\n
Without a word, she reached into her coat pocket and handed me a worn photograph. My hands shook as I took it, I was amazed with this picture.\n
It was a picture of Paul, smiling down at a baby boy cradled in his arms.\n
\u201cHis name is Oliver,\u201d\n
\u201cHe\u2019s Paul\u2019s son.\u201d\n
\u201cYou and Paul were\u2026\u201d I couldn\u2019t finish the sentence.\n
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Image for illustrative purpose only.\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t supposed to be like this. I never wanted to hurt you. But after Paul\u2019s accident, Oliver started asking about his dad. I told him Paul was watching over him, and every time Oliver gets a new pair of shoes, he asks me to bring the old ones to his daddy.\u201d\n
The shoes\u2026 they were a child\u2019s way of staying connected to the father he had lost.\n
\u201cI\u2019ll stop bringing the shoes. I never meant to upset you.\n
But something inside me shifted. \u201cNo,\u201d I said, surprising even myself. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to stop. If it helps Oliver, let him keep bringing the shoes.\u201d\n
Maya said: \u201cAre you sure?\u201d\n
\u201cHe\u2019s just a child. None of this is his fault.\u201d\n
For a moment, we stood in silence, two women brought together by loss.\n
\u201cMaybe it\u2019s not too late for me to be a part of Oliver\u2019s life,\u201d I said quietly. \u201cIf that\u2019s okay with you.\u201d\n
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Image for illustrative purpose only.\n
Maya\u2019s eyes widened in surprising. \u201cYou\u2019d want that? After everything?\u201d\n
\u201cHe\u2019s a part of Paul, and maybe, in a way, that means he\u2019s a part of me too.\u201d\n
Maya smiled through her tears, and in that moment, the shoes stopped being a painful reminder of betrayal. Instead, they became a bridge to a life I never expected.\n
After meeting, I no longer dreaded my visits to Paul\u2019s grave. The shoes, once haunting, became symbols of love, connection, and new beginnings.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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Image for illustrative purpose only.\n
My sadness turned into anger. Who was doing this? Was it joke?\n
Finally, I saw her. She was sitting beside the grave, gently placing a pair of small brown sandals next to the growing collection. Her long, dark hair swayed in the breeze as she carefully arranged them, her movements slow and purposeful.\n
\u201cHey! You!\u201d\n
She surprised but didn\u2019t run. Instead, she stood slowly.\n
It was Maya \u2013 Paul\u2019s old secretary. She had always been warm and cheerful, but the woman standing before me now seemed burdened with a sorrow I recognized all too well.\n
\u201cMaya?\u201d\n
Without a word, she reached into her coat pocket and handed me a worn photograph. My hands shook as I took it, I was amazed with this picture.\n
It was a picture of Paul, smiling down at a baby boy cradled in his arms.\n
\u201cHis name is Oliver,\u201d\n
\u201cHe\u2019s Paul\u2019s son.\u201d\n
\u201cYou and Paul were\u2026\u201d I couldn\u2019t finish the sentence.\n
$\"\"$
Image for illustrative purpose only.\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t supposed to be like this. I never wanted to hurt you. But after Paul\u2019s accident, Oliver started asking about his dad. I told him Paul was watching over him, and every time Oliver gets a new pair of shoes, he asks me to bring the old ones to his daddy.\u201d\n
The shoes\u2026 they were a child\u2019s way of staying connected to the father he had lost.\n
\u201cI\u2019ll stop bringing the shoes. I never meant to upset you.\n
But something inside me shifted. \u201cNo,\u201d I said, surprising even myself. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to stop. If it helps Oliver, let him keep bringing the shoes.\u201d\n
Maya said: \u201cAre you sure?\u201d\n
\u201cHe\u2019s just a child. None of this is his fault.\u201d\n
For a moment, we stood in silence, two women brought together by loss.\n
\u201cMaybe it\u2019s not too late for me to be a part of Oliver\u2019s life,\u201d I said quietly. \u201cIf that\u2019s okay with you.\u201d\n
$\"\"$
Image for illustrative purpose only.\n
Maya\u2019s eyes widened in surprising. \u201cYou\u2019d want that? After everything?\u201d\n
\u201cHe\u2019s a part of Paul, and maybe, in a way, that means he\u2019s a part of me too.\u201d\n
Maya smiled through her tears, and in that moment, the shoes stopped being a painful reminder of betrayal. Instead, they became a bridge to a life I never expected.\n
After meeting, I no longer dreaded my visits to Paul\u2019s grave. The shoes, once haunting, became symbols of love, connection, and new beginnings.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When Ellen visits Paul\u2019s grave, seeking solace, she\u2019s puzzled by the sight of children\u2019s shoes resting on his headstone. Firstly, she dismisses it, assuming it\u2019s a mistake by another grieving family. But as more shoes appear many times, I have a strange feeling. Determined to understand, Ellen eventually catches the person responsible\u2014and her life changes …\n","protected":false},"author":30,"featured_media":86185,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[642,657],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-86184","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-moral-story","category-love-and-relationships"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86184","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/30"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=86184"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86184\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":86187,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86184\/revisions\/86187"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/86185"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=86184"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=86184"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=86184"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}