I thought losing my husband in a fire would be the hardest thing my son and I would ever face. I had no idea that a pair of worn-out sneakers would test us in a way that would change everything.I’m Dina, a single mom to an eight-year-old boy, Andrew.Nine months ago, my husband Andrew’s father passed away in a fire. Jacob was a firefighter.That fateful night, Jacob went back into a burning house to save a little girl about Andrew’s age. He managed to get her out, but he never came back out himself.Since then, it’s just been Andrew and me.Andrew… he’s handled the loss in a way I don’t think most grown adults could. Quiet and steady, as if he had made some promise to himself not to fall apart in front of me. But there was one thing he held onto.

A pair of sneakers his dad had bought him just weeks before everything changed. It was the last thing that connected them, and Andrew wore the shoes every day.It didn’t matter if it rained or if the ground was muddy. Those shoes stayed on his feet as if they were part of him.Two weeks ago, the sneakers finally gave out. The soles peeled off completely.I told Andrew I’d get him a new pair, but I didn’t know how yet. I’d just lost my waitress job. At the restaurant, where they knew about my loss, they said the reason I was terminated was that I looked “too sad” around customers. I didn’t argue.Money was tight. Still, I would’ve figured something out.