When Ellen visits Paul’s grave, seeking solace, she’s puzzled by the sight of children’s shoes resting on his headstone. Firstly, she dismisses it, assuming it’s 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—and her life changes in an speedy.
After I saw the shoes, I thought someone had made a mistake. A small pair of blue sneakers lay beside Paul’s headstone, neatly arranged as if left with intention. I figured a grieving parent had misplaced them. People do strange things when they mourn—I know I did. After Paul passed away in a su:dden acc:ident, I spent an entire week making jam that I knew I’d never eat. It was the only thing that made me feel like I was doing something carelessly, anything.
But those shoes were different. They didn’t belong, and I moved them aside before placing my flowers by Paul’s grave. It wasn’t until my next visit that I noticed something unusual: there were more shoes.
Paul and I never had children. I tried to convince myself it was a mistake—a grieving parent finding comfort in placing shoes at the wrong grave—but deep down, I couldn’t understand the feeling that something wasn’t right.
My sadness turned into anger. Who was doing this? Was it joke?
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.
“Hey! You!”
She surprised but didn’t run. Instead, she stood slowly.
It was Maya – Paul’s 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.
“Maya?”
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.
It was a picture of Paul, smiling down at a baby boy cradled in his arms.
“His name is Oliver,”
“He’s Paul’s son.”
“You and Paul were…” I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I never wanted to hurt you. But after Paul’s 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.”
