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 like them. They were forever destined to be cast aside, subjugated, just because they were less fortunate than the others. The people with their fancy cars, expensive designer clothes and the latest technologies at their disposal. Not like Nicky, who had to grovel just for a loaf of bread, with the...