Imani pulled out the strange floral print sandals today. They looked a little small, and I said so. She said, “they’re my only sandals. You threw out the others.”

I remembered raking the back yard and coming across a few pairs of flip flops and flip flop like sandals. Shoes that had been carelessly kicked off and left to winter in the yard. I remembered hurling them into the garbage can, hoping nobody was looking. . .

I had a twinge of regret for having thrown out the pink shoes. Maybe they weren’t really flip-flops. . . well, close enough!