She continued the rest of the journey on foot. The path leading to the village was covered in puddles, so she trod cautiously. The slit at the back of her skirt ripped when she stretched her legs to avoid stepping in a puddle. Immediately she sensed people approaching, she swerved to hide in the bush.
The words of her mother echoed: “A lady should never be caught dead or alive in shabby or torn underwear!”.
Shamefully, she was guilty. The ripped slit revealed her tattered underwear. At that moment, she wished a blink could whisk her to her grandparents’ house.