#WritcoStoryPrompt42
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...
But then it wouldn't deprive her of her joy. No , she had waited so long for this occasion to come ..Had counted down to this very moment.
So not even a splash of mud would ruin it for her.
Ashanti was a beautiful lady in mid twenties.. the envy of girls her age and a must want for every guy . She was God's perfect creation .
But she was a poor orphan who lost her parents at the tender age of 7. Ever since, she was taken into custody by an aunty who ensured you she worked her butts off for every meal she had in her house. ...
To be continued

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