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“Right, Mom. That canvas is hard to keep clean,” Beth said, her tone shifting to one of empathy. “Have you ever seen a girl ruin her new Tretorns? Was she as upset as I am?”
Her mom chuckled softly. “Oh, definitely! I remember seeing a girl in my class spill juice all over her pristine white Tretorns at a picnic. It was a disaster! She was heartbroken. You could see the tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to wipe them off with napkins. It was tough to watch.”
Beth nodded, imagining the scene. “Was she really upset?”
“Absolutely. She loved those shoes and had saved up for them. Just like you, she felt so embarrassed walking around with them all stained and sticky. It felt like the end of the world for her at that moment,” her mom recalled. “But we all comforted her, reminding her that it was just shoes and that it didn’t define her.”
“That makes me feel a little better,” Beth admitted, the compassion from her mom warming her heart. “It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who felt this way over sneakers.”
“It happens to everyone at some point,” her mom reassured her. “In time, you’ll find that it’s less about the shoes and more about how you handle the moment. Plus, it’ll make for a great story!”
Beth chuckled softly, taking her mom's words to heart. “You're right, Mom. Maybe I can turn this around into something funny too.”