I Bought Baby Shoes at a Flea Market with My Last $5, When I Put Them on My Son, I Heard a Strange Crackling Sound
It was a gray Saturday morning — the kind where the sky feels unbearably heavy and the air carries the quiet scent of rain. I hadn’t planned on going to the flea market that day, but desperation rarely allows for plans. Rent was due in two days, the fridge was nearly empty, and I had…