i bought slippers for my father they were twelve-dollars an hour's worth of work but they weren't moccassins and that's what he wanted so i kept them for me, because i don't care if it's a slipper or a moccassin.
i am wearing what would have been my father's size-ten slippers and i am only a size eight. they are big shoes, and i clomp around in them like a kind of clown, like a fool who doesn't know the difference between a slipper and a moccassin.
there are children who love to adorn their father's clothing, like shoes, but to me they are no more than a reminder i am an idiot, clomping around in the too-big slippers that i have because i am too-stupid a child to notice that my father wears moccassins.