Empty Shoebox

A few days ago she confronted me, the girl who runs. She said her name was Sophie. She asked why I was following her. I told her the truth, I'm not sure... She doesn't feel comfortable talking to me. I don't blame her. I think I know what I need to do for her. I'll show her that she needs to run barefoot, somehow, I'll let her know. She needs her father to cheer for her.