#WritcoStoryPrompt42
She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival after all 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...
'Oh, how unfortunate I am!' She thought to herself. 'If only I could enjoy this one day, I would be so happy..' "How can i enjoy a festival without good clothes?" She sat down near the sidewalk with her head buried in her palms.
"What's wrong?" said a voice next to her. She looked up and saw a boy in torn clothes. She wiped the tears off her face and said "I don't have any good clothes to wear for the festival. How can one enjoy wearing these clothes?"
The boy said "Don't worry. Look at me... I'm not wearing any clothes made of silk myself."
She looked at his clothes and said, "How are you happy even when you don't have good clothes to wear?" He looked at her, smiled and replied, "Clothes don't matter to me and neither should they to you. It's not clothes that make a day special for someone... It's your own happiness. What's the point of wearing good clothes if you're sad? But even with old and dirty clothes, if you are happy, this day will be memorable for you. "
She looked at him and felt relieved by listening to his words. "You're right. I'm not very bothered by my clothes now that you have said this. By the way, are you celebrating with your family too?" "I don't have a family." He replied. She said, "Then why don't you celebrate with us? The more, the merrier!"
"Really? I would love to join you!" Saying this they both walked towards the girl's house and celebrated the festival together.
This day was indeed memorable for both of them.