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. Her smile fade away and started to think that she don't deserve this world.
She always ask the God “why I have to born poor? Why can't I celebrates like others? Why can't I live like others? What did I do to deserve all this torment?”
She was crying sitting and asking herself on one side, then one hand came to her head and started caressing her.
She was shocked and looked up. An old lady was standing in front of her with a smile...