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The Family of Little Feet from The House on Mango Street

"There was a family. All were little. Their arms were little, and their hands were little, and their height was not tall, and their feet very small.
The grandpa slept on the living room couch and snored through his teeth. His feet were fat and doughy like thick tamales, and these he powdered and stuffed into white socks and brown leather shoes.
The grandma's feet were lovely as pink pearls and dressed in Velvety high heels that made her walk with a wobble, but she wore them anyway because they were pretty.
The baby's feet were pale and see-through like a salamander's, and these he popped into his mouth whenever he was hungry.
The mother's feet, plump and polite, descended like white pigeons from the sea of pillow, across the linoleum roses, down down the wooden stairs, over the chalk hopskotch squares, 5, 6, 7, blue sky."
*vomit*