We have traveled this earth together for over fifty years. Chasing fireflies, then boys, and then children. Dancing in secret in the bedroom, then in the kitchen, always under the trees. I never made you pretty, never colored you with colorful polish. Honestly, for many years I was ashamed of you. When I looked at you, I saw my father's toes and those were too ugly to be on a girl's feet. Why couldn't I have had my mother's sweet, tiny feet? You have served me well, carrying me through many adventures. How can I care for you now?