Making endless rugs for a living the quiet woman envisioned a change.
She woke up to loud neighbors having a party half of the nights.
Born into poverty mundane reality was not easy to climb out of.
Prayers became regular occurrences.
When her rug made its way to the White House her job did not change but she did.
All she needed was a grand compliment.

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