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.
All she wanted was to be happy for a while.
But the dark memory took over the dimming light she had.
She was unnoticed, the crouwd seemed absent in her presence.
She felt alone in a world with filled with people.
I don't belong here she said, it's time to find her own crew, as she left with her stained finest dress.
As she walked pass many happy faces, she was still unnoticed, then she realized, none could make her happy but her, not even her finest dress.
With the stain on her finest dress, she sparked a little smile, racing away from the crowed.
I am my own happiness she said, alone she was in beautiful field with grasses, dancing to joy, realizing the happiness she seeked from people was with her all along...
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