Unchangeable faith of womanhood.

Today was my fourth birthday and people from the village gathered in front of our house. That day was the day of the lotus flower that came from the moon. The guests brought presents for me. When the moon lightened the night, they were all gone and that was when my Grandma came to me with tiny little red shoes in her hands.

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Very painful metaphor for what happens to women everywhere.  

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