Stupid Boots

There it was, just sitting by the door as it always has. I used to think it was stupid, you know. My brother would always wear those stupid boots with their stupid laces. Little did I know that soon, those boots wouldn’t be so stupid anymore. Sometimes I just wish I could trade those boots to have him back again, like his soul is trapped in them or something. I don’t know why, but I just do. Every time I look at them, all I hear is his stupid laugh whenever he proves you wrong. Whenever I see those laces, tie-dyed white and blue, all I can think about is how excited he was when he did it and how proud he was that his first ‘arts and crafts’ project was a success. It’s crazy to imagine all those years of me thinking those boots were stupid, and that one day they would become the most important thing in our home, sitting by the door as life goes by. But I can’t help but think that it’s he who should be by the door, seeing everyone, and not his stupid boots.