It has been 50 years now, doing the same work. This old town has seen me growing.
At 21, I took up this work - cobbler.
Every penny I earned was invested in my child's education. I dreamt of a bright future for him, which today he has.
But however he forgot about my dreams.
My dreams - do they exist?
Actually yes - dream of making my son successful, dream of a retiring from this work, dream of a life at peace.
My son grew up and forgot that I am growing old too. He left me to fulfill his dreams failing to remember that I had sacrificed mine just for him to be a better person.
Alas! I miss him and still pray for his success ahead.