Parcel

"Your money is thirty thousand Francs CFA," the boy who is selling the shoes said.

In all, I had picked out six shoes, two heels, two ballerina shoes, one tennis shoe and the last was a pair of sandals.

"Good, parcel them up for me," I let out.

"Alright, Sir," he answered.

He put them into a big polythene bag, and I was so happy. I did not regret that I didn't buy them from the shop, the quality was far more good, and it did not matter whether they were from a boutique or not, it was only the love that was used in buying it that matters to me above all.

Opening my backseat, I placed the shoes into the car. Walking towards the driver's side of the car, I opened it happily, ignited the engine, and headed home.

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