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Shoes
Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown
The damp morning breeze was still chilly, but I left my bedroom window
open anyway to get rid of the smell of recently dried paint. The lacy
white curtains fluttering in the breeze didn't really look right for a
boys room, but they would do until Mom could find some decent ones
that fit my window.
I was laying in bed, staring up at the slanted ceiling and wondering
how much of doing nothing I could fit into my first day of summer
vacation when I heard a knock. I closed my eyes and took a deep
breath. From the timid sound of the knock I had a good idea who was
there, but I wasn't ready to see him yet. To stall while pulling
myself together, I shouted, "Who's there?"
"It's ... it's me."
I felt like such a jerk when I heard the nervousness in his voice.
Since our parents had sat down with me to tell me about the changes
that were going to happen this summer, and especially after I'd been
moved into my own room, I'd been avoiding talking to my little
brother. It didn't look like I'd be able to avoid him any more. "Come
on up, Brian."
I realized I was in my underwear as the door creaked open, found a
pair of sweat pants in the pile of clothes next to my bed and quickly
slipped them on. It felt weird worrying about being seen like that by
someone I'd spent years sharing a room with. As I sat back down on my
bed and started pulling a musty smelling, but still wearable, polo
shirt over my head, I heard soft steps slowly climbing the carpeted
stairs.
The first thing I noticed when I could see past the collar of my shirt
was his hair. It wasn't the first time I'd seen him in a ponytail
before, but seeing it higher on his head made him look a little
different. He froze when our eyes met and his expression shifted
somewhere between worry and fear. "You sure it's okay? I didn't know
you was still sleeping."
That was my little brother, always thinking about other people's
feelings. "It's okay, Bri."
My brother smiled when I pronounced his nickname as 'bree' (to rhyme
with bee) instead of 'brie' (to rhyme with pie) and started climbing
the steps again. I wasn't ready to call him Brianna yet, but bending
on the nickname wasn't all that bad. Seeing his sunny smile was
definitely worth it. I smiled back and did my best to brace myself for
what I'd see next.
I was a little surprised when I saw he was wearing a pretty ordinary
t-shirt. Yes, it was pink and yes, it had tiny white flowers on it. If
you ignored the flowers and colors though, it didn't look all the
different from a boys shirt. I was even more surprised when he climbed
another step and I saw he was wearing even more ordinary looking blue
jeans. "I thought you'd be wearing a skirt today."
He stopped again and his smile wobbled. "Actually, I was gonna. Should
I go back and change?"
I realized right then he must be as nervous about talking to me as I
was feeling. "No, you look fine."
Bri's smile came back and he finished climbing the steps. That's when
I saw the shoes. They were pink, shiny, had little holes where his
white socks showed through and thin straps on them that buckled on the
side. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't imagine them being
anything a boy would wear. "Ummm, nice shoes."
His cheeks turned a deep pink. "Thank you. I really like them a lot."
Seeing him just standing there looking shy and nervous was just a bit
too much for me, so I jumped up from my bed and shouted, "Tickle
Monster attack!" Before he could take more than a step back, I swooped
down on my brother and grabbed him around the waist.
He was already giggling when I dumped him on my bed and it didn't take
much tickling to have him squirming and squealing. "Stop! You're gonna
make me pee!"
"Well," I said in my gruff Tickle Monster voice, "I don't think your
big brother would like that, so I'll let you go ... for now."
Bri was still smiling as he recovered from being tickled, but there
was a sadness in his eyes. "I've missed my big brother."
"I've missed my little br-- I mean, I've missed you too. Sorry I've
been such a jerk lately."
"Well, we ain't talked like we used to, but you ain't been mean or
nothing. Dad told me you wasn't talking 'cause you felt confused and
needed to figure stuff out."
I sat on the edge of the bed and looked over my shoulder at my ...
sister? That word still felt weird when thinking of someone I'd always
known as my brother. "I still feel pretty confused."
Bri sat up and slid across the bed until he was sitting a few inches
away from me. "What you confused about?"
"Mom and Dad tried to explain to me how you're a girl on the inside
even though you're a boy on the outside."
He looked down at the floor and bounced the heels of his pink shoes
against the wooden sideboard of my bed frame. "I dunno if I can
explain that too good. It's kinda like me being left handed. It ain't
something I just decided to do. It's just part of being me."
"I won't say I really understand it, but I'm trying to wrap my brain
around the idea. What I'm really stumped on is why you feel like you
need to dress like a girl all of a sudden. If you've always been a
girl and you've always worn boy clothes up until now, why do you need
to change?"
"Because the boy clothes felt uncomfortable."
"What was wrong with them?"
Bri's feet stopped bouncing and he looked up at me. "They just felt
... off. It's like--" I could almost imagine a light bulb popping up
over his head as a grin stretched across his face."I got an idea, but
I need to borrow your shoes. Where they at?"
"Umm, over there in the bottom of my closet."
Bri bounced off the bed and ran in the direction I had pointed, then
skipped back a few moments later carrying my good going-to-church
shoes. After laying them in front of me, he sat on the floor and
looked at me, still wearing that silly grin. "Okay, put your shoes
on."
I looked down and noticed the right shoe was next to my left foot, and
visa versa. When I crossed my right leg over to reach the right shoe,
Bri grabbed me by the ankle. "No, not like that." He then moved my
right foot over to the left shoe, slid it on me, then did the same
with my left foot. After tying the laces in neat bows, he looked up
again with a slightly more serious expression. "How do they feel? Are
they too tight or anything?"
"It feels weird having my shoes on backwards, but it doesn't hurt or
anything like that."
Bri got to his feet and held a hand out to me. "Think you can stand
up?" I took his hand and carefully pulled myself up from the bed.
After I had my balance, Bri let my hand go and took a step back.
"Okay, try walking now." Bri followed me as I did a slow circle around
my room. "So how does it feel walking with your shoes on backwards?"
"I don't know. It just feels...."
"Off?"
It was my turn to have a little light bulb appear over my head. "You
mean, this is how you've been feeling all your life?"
Bri silently nodded, then took my hand again and led me back to the
bed. The bedsprings groaned as we both sat down. As I bent down to
untie my laces, he grabbed my arm. "Before you do that, think of what
it'd be like if you couldn't never take them shoes off."
I sat back up and looked at the person I'd spent so long thinking of
as my brother. I tried to imagine what it must feel like to go through
life feeling wrong. My feet started to hurt as I sat there, and I
wondered if it hurt Bri to feel wrong. My heart nearly burst as I
thought about someone I cared so much about going through life hurting
like that and wrapped a protective arm around Bri, who looked up at me
with surprise. "Is everything okay?"
"Of course it is. Can't a big brother hug his little sister?"
Bri's lower lip trembled and a tear rolled down her cheek. I reached
down and pulled her onto my lap and rocked her as she sobbed into my
shoulder. I'm not ashamed to say I was crying too. Neither am I
ashamed to say I love my sister. I may not understand a lot of other
things, but that's one thing I do. When you have love, does the rest
matter?
I kicked off my shoes and mentally defied the world to prove me wrong.
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