She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else. When she stepped into the street a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate she declared. she was so sad, raining down tears till she got home, her day went far from bad. on her way back home she was mocked and criticise. oh! what a life have I come?, she said to herself.
Is it that I don't need to celebrate or be happy simply...