They said money can't buy happiness. But whoever said that clearly never had to choose between eating dinner and saving for rent.It's hard to be poor.While some girls were out there posting latte art and luxury heels, I was here on the sidewalk, hoping someone would buy my handmade accessories so I could afford my Grandma's medicine. The thing is, my client wanted to buy my products for a very cheap price, and when I refused, she didn't buy them at all!I've already lost count of how many cars passed by-until one black car caught my attention. I watched a shiny black car park across the street, chrome rims, tinted windows, engine that purred like a rich man's ego. My mouth dropped open when I saw a man step out of that car. He was holding a phone that cost more than my entire neighborhood's monthly income.I looked down at my worn-out slippers that were still fighting for their life.I sighed and looked at the accessories I made. All fake and all mine, but each piece was something I
Last Updated : 2025-07-20
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