Grandpa smiled and let go of me, carefully wiping away my tears.

"Did you scrape your heels again?"

I instinctively looked at my heels, not knowing when they were scraped. There was a faint trace of blood, but I didn't feel any pain.

My grandpa sighed. He squatted down, took off the shoes from my feet, and threw them out of the courtyard.

"If the shoes don't fit, don't wear them! No matter how expensive the shoes are, they are not good shoes if they hurt your feet!"

I stepped barefoot on the cement floor. With the icy touch hitting my heart, I felt enlightened suddenly.

I grinned and smiled at my grandpa, but his face became more and more blurred...

I reached out in panic and bumped into something, making a crisp sound.

"Smack."