Author – Emil
It is still very warm here, and when yesterday, at Christmas Eve I went to the Midnight Mass, i’d been wearing my dress shoes instead of boots, as usually in december. I had a place on the bench at the side nave.
Everything was fine until it came time Holy Communion. But when I’d been going back and wanted to
take my place on the bench, I tripped over the other boy’s feet (he had them on the pew). I thought I would fall down, but fortunately it did not happen. Less happily, my shoe fell off my foot and landed somewhere on the floor. I looked back, but I could not saw it.
I could only take my place as if nothing had happened. I spent the rest of the Mass without my right shoe, hoping that nobody would notice. The floor of the church is made of stone, my foot was cold quickly, so I put it on the top of my shod one. Of course, the boy, who was sitting next to me on the right side, he noticed that I only have one shoe. I saw that he suppresses a giggle, but he said nothing. After the end of the cowherd I had to pass him, so he could go to the main aisle. He said very quietly, “”What a bad luck.”” I started can seek my lost shoe. I found it under the bench before that my one.