“Hey, you! Are you trying to steal those shoes?” Peter, the store owner’s son, yelled at the poor boy.

The boy, who couldn’t have been more than twelve, froze in his tracks. He had been admiring a pair of sneakers through the glass for weeks, saving every penny his grandmother gave him. His clothes were worn, his hair tousled, but his eyes were filled with a determined hope.

“No, sir, I didn’t think to steal them. I came here to buy shoes. Mine are all worn out. And look, my grandma gave me all her janitor money to buy them…” The boy put on a brave face as he opened his palm to reveal a few crumpled dollar bills.
Peter’s laughter echoed through the store, mocking and cruel. “Janitor? Your grandmother works as a janitor, and you think you can afford shoes HERE?” He sneered, glancing at the small amount of money. “Well then, use what you’ve learned from your granny and clean my shoes.”
The boy’s face turned red with a mix of humiliation and anger as he saw the people in the store staring at him. He tried to hold back his tears, but they flowed freely down his cheeks.

“Didn’t you hear me? CLEAN! MY! SHOES!” Peter yelled, his voice dripping with contempt.

“That’s ENOUGH!” an older voice roared through the silence in the store, scaring every onlooker. Peter turned around, startled.

The voice belonged to Mr. Thompson, the store owner and Peter’s father. He was a dignified man with a kind face, usually soft-spoken, but now his eyes blazed with anger.

“Dad, I was just—” Peter began, but his father cut him off.

“Humiliating a child in my store? Is this what I taught you?” Mr. Thompson’s voice was stern, and Peter shrank under his father’s glare.

Turning to the boy, Mr. Thompson’s expression softened. “Young man, what’s your name?”

The boy sniffled and wiped his tears. “Ethan, sir.”

“Ethan, I apologize for my son’s behavior. No one should be treated the way he treated you.” Mr. Thompson reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. “How much do you need to buy those shoes?”

Ethan hesitated, then whispered, “They’re fifty dollars, sir. I only have twenty.”

Mr. Thompson handed him three crisp twenty-dollar bills. “Here, take this and buy those shoes. And keep the change. Consider it a gift from me and an apology for what happened today.”

Ethan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!”

Mr. Thompson smiled warmly. “You’re welcome, Ethan. Now, go pick out your shoes.”

As Ethan rushed to get the shoes he’d been dreaming of, Mr. Thompson turned back to his son. “Peter, you will apologize to Ethan and then you will work in this store after school every day for the next month. Maybe then you’ll learn the value of hard work and respect.”

Peter looked down, ashamed. “Yes, Dad,” he muttered.

When Ethan returned with the shoes, Peter stepped forward. “I’m sorry, Ethan. I shouldn’t have treated you that way.”

Ethan nodded, still clutching his new shoes tightly. “It’s okay,” he said quietly.

As Ethan left the store with a smile on his face, Mr. Thompson watched him go, feeling a sense of pride and hope. He had seen the best and worst in people through his years running the store, but today he had witnessed a moment of transformation in his son. And perhaps, he thought, this was just the beginning of a brighter future for both Peter and Ethan.