I am staring with teary eyes at my father's golden watch which has stopped working a week ago. I don't know where I can fix it.
Like my mom's purple blanket gives me comfort, this broken watch makes me feel the fatherly love I am devoid of.
I suddenly bump against someone and the watch falls down from my hand. I bend down in a failed attempt to catch it, but I am too late.
The glass dial is broken into a dozen pieces. My hands shake when I messily try to pick up the small shards.
As I am done gathering them, something catches my eye.
They are a pair of shoes.
Navy blue sports shoes.
I have seen them before.