There was a little girl covered with dirt, from her shoes, to her ragged clothes, up to the angles of her face. Her skin was covered with mud, and her hair tangled with colors of earth. She kept her head low, afraid that people would mock her. She wouldn't play with the other kids because they always made fun of the way she looked.
The girl kept on walking, passing over towns and villages.
"Where are you from little girl?" a kind woman asked the little girl. "You must have been on a long journey."
The little girl did not reply. She kept her freezing hands on her pockets and remained her gaze on the ground.
"Come," the lady offered, "I run the nearest inn. Let me feed you at least. You can also take a bath while you're there. You must be very tired."
The old woman grabbed her by the wrist and ushered her inside the inn. The customers all looked displeased on the sight of the little girl. Their heads turned away as if a crate of dead fish was being hauled inside.
The little kid tried to loosen the lady's grip, but the lady held on, determined to help the poor little soul. Finally, they reached the second level of the inn, and calmly guided the little girl inside one of the rooms. The lady then prepared the bathtub.
"Here," she said, handing over a dry towel, "Dive in. You'll see food once you're done." And she shut the door of the bathroom, leaving some privacy for the little girl. After getting all cleaned, the little girl wore the clothes that was handed to her, and ate the food that was prepared for her.
When it was time to leave, she thanked the owner of the inn.
"Thank you," she said.
"Good luck on your journey," the woman bid goodbye.
Just as she stepped out in the wilderness to continue her journey, rain poured down the village. People scattered away like ants, all looking for shelter.
And when the rain stopped, all that found shelter were kept dry. All that rushed home, were wet. And all that didn't have a place to go, were muddy. And so was the little girl.
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