It was always so quiet in the attic. I was going through the old boxes not really organizing, since most of the boxes I just peeked in, and then moved aside.

My Grandparents were downstairs. They always came to see us for the festival.

I wanted to be in the attic today instead of being outside not wearing green. Not that I liked the festival that much. I was going to get pinched if I didn’t have anything green to put on. Whenever I went shopping, I always chose other colors like rose or yellow. I didn’t have any green clothes in my closet. I didn’t know why we celebrated St. Patrick’s Day?

Mom said I was Irish. I didn’t know for sure, but my curly red hair came all the way down to my waste. I liked to brush part of it in front. To bad the color red wasn’t enough for today.

I was always curious about old boxes, and what I would find in them. There was a small box stacked in between two big ones. I scooted the big one off. The small one was a bright yellow color. I picked it up. The box was hard. It looked really old and felt like wood. It was light.

It had the letters Brogue on the front of it. I carefully opened it.

It was shoes.

Green shoes! They were dark, but shiny like crystal dark green. The inside was a light green and soft, but the outside of them was hard. Hard shoes with black souls. I ran my fingers along the bottom and I could see the black heel. They reminded me of tap-dancing shoes.

There was a strap on the front of them like a buckle with a lot of laces. The old box was a really bad pick to put them in. The shoes were new. I put them together and held them up. The green was beautiful and stood out, and flashy. I started to think about what they looked like on. I put them next to the bottom of my shoe. The size fit mine.

I took my shoes off and put the green ones on.

They fit me perfectly, like a glove.

I smiled. I knew what green I would be wearing.

I came downstairs with the shoes on my feet, they didn’t have the snugness of new shoes. It felt like I had always worn them and they were green. They felt like the perfect shoes.

“Tina.”

I heard my Mom call from the kitchen.

“Are you coming outside today?” She asked.

“Sure… I’m not hiding.”