The Birthday Shoes

By Mary Weeks Millard

An immensely enjoyable, fun Christian book for 7-11 year-old children. Perfect as a family bedtime story, or for confident readers to enjoy alone.

All Emily Jane wants for her birthday is a pair of fashionable boots, but instead she is given old-fashioned, fake crocodile-skin shoes. Alone in her bedroom, Emily Jane tries on the

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dernier Publishing
• Release date: Apr 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9781912457137

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The Birthday Shoes

By Mary Weeks Millard

DERNIER PUBLISHING

London

Contents

CHAPTER ONE

The Birthday Girl

CHAPTER TWO

The First Adventure

CHAPTER THREE

The Start of a Project

CHAPTER FOUR

The Secret in the Sand

CHAPTER FIVE

Good News

CHAPTER SIX

Sharing the Secret

CHAPTER SEVEN

Back in Rwanda

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jenna Tries the Shoes

CHAPTER NINE

Salties and Oysters

CHAPTER TEN

Emily Jane Shares her Secret

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Emily Jane’s Boots

CHAPTER TWELVE

A Snowy Day

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The Miracle Pool at Katchikally

Text copyright © Mary Weeks Millard 2011

Cover illustration copyright © Alison Blackwell

Second edition copyright © Dernier Publishing 2023

First edition published 2011

Published by Dernier Publishing

P.O. Box 793, Orpington, BR6 1FA, England

Paperback ISBN:  978-1-912457-18-2

Ebook ISBN: 978-1-912457-13-7

All rights reserved.

The right of Mary Weeks Millard to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

I would like to dedicate this book to the memory of my mother, Elizabeth Morris, who enriched my life so much by both telling and reading me so many stories in my early childhood.

Acknowledgements

My grateful thanks go to my patient husband, Malcolm, and to Janet Wilson of Dernier Publishing, for all their support and encouragement. Without their help this book would never have come to birth!

CHAPTER ONE

The Birthday Girl

Emily Jane woke up early. She was so excited! This was her eleventh birthday. She pulled back her bedroom curtains and looked out of the window. It was still dark. She wanted to put the light on and start to get washed and dressed, but she knew her mum and dad might be cross if she woke them up too early, so she went back to bed and hummed softly to herself: Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear Emily Jane, happy birthday to me! Then she thought about the day ahead. She knew there would be presents and wondered what they might be! One thing she longed for was a pair of trendy high-heeled boots. Some of her friends had boots like that, and she did want some, too!

It was Friday, so Emily Jane would have to go to school as usual. She went to Windy Hill Primary School. It was about a ten-minute walk from her house, all up hill. She thought how great it would be to walk to school showing off her new high-heeled boots! She had invited her best friend Jenna to come to tea after school, and she was sure that Mum would make a special birthday cake; hopefully chocolate: her favourite!

Emily Jane gave a sigh of happiness and began to hum to herself again. Surely her birthday must be the best day of the year!

As she was thinking all these nice thoughts, she heard noises in her parents’ room, then her bedroom door opened and in came her mum, wearing a pink fluffy dressing gown, and gave her a big hug and a kiss. Happy birthday, darling! she said.

Thank you, Mum, replied Emily Jane, almost jumping up and down in excitement. Can I open my presents now?

Yes, of course, answered Mum.

Emily Jane needed no second invitation. She leapt out of bed and into the bathroom in seconds, and soon she was downstairs, ready to begin tearing paper!

Dad was sitting in his wheelchair, and there on the coffee table beside him were several parcels, presents and cards. Some of the presents were beautifully wrapped, some were in boxes with pretty paper and bows on the top.

The first present Emily Jane opened was from her grandparents and contained some lovely watercolour pencils and special drawing paper. Mum and Dad, look at these! she squealed. I shall be able to do some fantastic pictures for you! They are much better than felt-tips. I can paint with them too! Her parents agreed that it was a great present, and promised she could telephone  her grandparents and say thank you later in the day.

Then Emily Jane opened a large box which rattled when she shook it! It contained a game from one of her uncles and aunts, about climbing mountains. It looked good fun and her dad promised to look at it and work out how it was played, so that she and Jenna could have a game after school.

The next parcel looked the size and shape of a shoe box, and Emily Jane’s heart began to race – surely that must the longed-for boots! She decided she would leave that one until last, and open another present that was near it. This one was from her parents; a DVD of The Secret Garden, which was one of her favourite stories. She was so pleased and ran to give her mum and dad a big hug each. Thank you so much, I love it! she cried. Then she began to rip the paper off the last parcel. It had been sent from Auntie Lucy who was working as a nurse in Africa. How did she know about boots? thought Emily Jane. Perhaps her mum had told her when they chatted on the phone!

Emily Jane threw the lid on the ground and pulled out the contents. To her horror, they were not boots at all, but brown shoes made out of a strange, shiny sort of leather, with a bar strap. Her face fell, and she felt tears coming into her eyes. They were horrid shoes! They weren’t a bit cool or fashionable and she had wanted high-heeled boots so much!

Emily Jane’s mum could see the disappointment in her daughter’s face, but she asked to see the shoes. Oh look, Emily Jane, she said encouragingly. These are beautiful shoes, made to look like shiny crocodile skin. No one else in your class will have shoes like these. They are very special.

I wouldn’t be seen dead in those! Emily Jane replied angrily. "I hate crocodiles and shoes that look like their skin! Why didn’t Auntie Lucy buy me boots like everybody else in my class has? I am the only one who hasn’t got trendy boots! Doesn’t Auntie Lucy know anything about fashion? Girls my age wear boots, not shoes like these!"

She knew was being ungrateful, and also untruthful, because not everybody had trendy boots. It was just that she felt disappointed and cross because she had wanted boots so much. Emily Jane noticed her mum look at her dad, and they sighed. That made her feel bad. She realised that they probably couldn’t afford them because since Dad’s accident he had been unable to work, and Mum couldn’t go out to work either: she had to stay at home to look after him.

Never mind, dear, come and have your breakfast now, or you will be late for school, her mum said quietly, and Emily Jane tried to smile.

On Sundays they had a special treat for breakfast; a boiled egg. Mum had cooked one for Emily Jane this morning, even though it was Friday, and this cheered her up a little. Dad thanked God for providing food for them and also said a special prayer for his daughter on her birthday.

Emily Jane forgot about the shiny shoes until she was walking up the hill towards school, when it passed through her mind that she couldn’t show off to everyone that she was cool, with high-heeled boots. An angry scowl passed over her face and she muttered to herself. "I hate shoes that look like crocodiles. I hate crocodiles!"

At school, during assembly, everybody sang Happy Birthday to her and also to another boy who was having his seventh birthday. That was very nice, and her teacher made her queen of the class for the day. It was fun to be made to