Years ago in West Virginia a girl matured in a very poor miner’s family, in an equivalent house. (Shades of the Hurley house in Lincoln, Illinois in the first third of the 20th century.)
Ashamed of her house, she had dates call for and return her to a friend’s house. To there and from there she walked home.
A 19 year old college lad, from a prosperous family, once dated her and dutifully called at her friend’s house. Then, to her dismay, returned her to her house at the end of the date.
She naturally began to cry. Which elicited his sympathy followed by a gentle rebuke. He had known all along where she lived, and it didn’t matter to him. He knew her father as a hard-working miner, doing his best for the family. Given that, why was she ashamed of a humble home? He added that as much good could come from hovels as mansions.
I don’t know the outcome for the guy and girl. I do know that we must not judge a person’s worth, skill or future by outward appearances. Jesus, after all, had his nativity in a food trough of a manger. Proving that it didn’t take a crown to make a king. Nor does it take prosperity or education to make a fruitful disciple of Christ out of a forgiven sinner.