It’s not like the store’s going away, right?

My father was a shoemaker. He had a small shop in the historical center of Istanbul where he sold ready-made shoes for children to fund his real craft: making hand-made shoes for some select clients. He had a special bond with every shoe he made and every client he worked for. He had the most beautiful hands, covered with invisible gloves of talent. He was a master of this craft. With one look, he could read your shoe size. He designed the windows of the store himself. Every time he made a change, they became the talk of the town. People would stop by and stare at those magical scenes, enlivened by baby dolls that he ordered from Germany or model trains that came from China. In the summertime, those scenes would shine under the fake sun made of cardboard that would never go down. In the winter, you would get lost looking at snow effects put together out of cheap cotton balls. <a href="https://medium.com/@kayhanyavuz/its-not-like-the-store-s-going-away-right-92f9e13f09ed">Click Here</a>