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Once upon a time there lived a lonely, unhappy man. He felt unfilled—alone in a desire that had been present in him since he was a teenager growing up on the family farm. For over thirty years he had pushed the desire down and went about life as a man is “supposed to.” Went to work every day to take care of his wife and children. Just like a man is supposed to do. Just as his father did and his father’s father did. But the emptiness would crawl back in and stuff his mind with sadness. He loved his wife and his kids, but he felt that he was living someone else’s life. The years passed and by the time he turned 50, his kids were grown and had moved on. He and his wife had their routines and, on the surface, looked like a nice, happy couple. Their lives, however, had drifted apart. They had even discussed divorce, but decided that as separate as their lives were, they still loved each other.
On his 55th birthday, his wife asked if he wanted anything special. He told her the usual: “No, nothing special comes to mind. I have all that I need.” In the back of his mind there was another voice screaming: that isn’t true! The voice pounded, pushed him to tell her what he really wanted. The desire was like a dam ready to burst. But he remained silent. Stoic. As a man is supposed to.
The day came and went without much fuss. The kids came for dinner and there was cake. It was pleasant, as every birthday had been, but that voice was still screaming.
Later that night his wife casually handed him a box tied up with a dark red ribbon. “I know this is something you would never ask me for, and don’t ask me how I came to know about it as I will never tell you. But I want you to know that I love you and want you to enjoy at least one birthday.”
She turned and left the room. He sat in the silence and starred at the mysterious box. Slowly he undid the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside was the most beautiful pair of dark red heels. He remembered seeing them months ago when he and his wife had been window shopping. How could she have known! Maybe they were for her, and she was playing a joke on him? He took one out and held it as if it were Cinderella’s glass slipper. The beautiful shoes were his size. His heart jumped and the voice that had yelled decade upon decade went silent. A tear ran down his cheek as he slipped first the left and then the right heel on. The heels felt like he had always dreamed they would. He stood and teetered in them. One, two, three steps and he was strutting around the room. The voice in his head was loud again, but this time it was screaming out in pure joy, devoid of sadness. It was full and rich, that voice.
The voice, tortured with desire, had finally been heard. Answered. Loved. He took another daring step.