SHOULDERS THAT LIFT ME UP

The icy breeze of the morning hitting my face and the pouring rain outside prompted me to get up. I opened my eyes to find out where the cold was coming from: the window was left open. I was thinking for a while, then I remembered that I had to go to school, so I jumped up. After hastily eating breakfast, Ayam took out my white boots, which I brought from the market with my father last week.

- It's cold outside, the streets are muddy. Dress warmer, he said. And I:
"No, no, it's going to get dirty, I'll go in my shoes," I protested. But inside I wanted to wear my boots and praise them to my friends. At that moment, my grandmother told my father:

- My son, if not, take my grandson to the asphalt road.
Dad gestured as if to say "let's go" and we went out together. Then my father bent down, and I slowly climbed out behind him. As we walked down the muddy street, I kept my eyes on my white boots as I hugged my father's neck.

I still remember the traces left by my father on the October rain and muddy street that day. I will never forget the love of my mountain that day...