Arrogant Student Slapped An Old Woman Unaware Who She Was Until This Happened…-hongtran

Her mother limped slightly after stepping on a thorn, but she said nothing.
Then suddenly, from the tall grass beside them, a snake shot out and bit Fiona’s mother on the leg.
She screamed in pain.
“My leg! Fiona!”
The pain burned through her body like fire. She fell to the ground, clutching her leg.
Fiona heard the scream and forgot everything the native doctor had said.
She turned around in fear.
“Mother!”
At that very moment, something snapped inside her mind.
The trees began to spin. The sky bent sideways. Her ears rang loudly as if drums were beating inside her head. She dropped the talisman and burst into strange laughter.
“Look at the birds!” she shouted. “They are dancing!”
Her mother crawled toward her, trembling.
“Fiona, do not look back. Do not!”
But Fiona no longer understood her words. She began to sing and tear at her clothes, running in circles like a child who had lost her way.
Her mother lay on the ground, weak from snake venom and terror.
Thus the evil they had planned turned against them.
Back in the village, preparations for the wedding were in full force. Women pounded yam and stirred pots of soup as wide as basins. Men slaughtered goats and cows. Drummers beat rhythms that shook the earth.
Jenny sat under a tree sewing her wedding cloth. Her hands moved gently as her thoughts wandered.
She remembered her parents.
“I hope you can see me,” she whispered. “I will not forget who I was.”
The prince came and stood beside her.

“You look troubled,” he said.
“I only pray for peace,” she replied.
The sun rose slowly over the village like a golden promise.
From early morning, the air was filled with excitement. Women gathered in groups, pounding yam and stirring huge pots of soup. The smell of pepper, onions, and roasted meat floated through the compound like a blessing. Children ran around shouting and laughing, chasing one another between the huts. Drums beat joyfully, and flutes sang alongside them.
It was the day everyone had been waiting for.
Jenny, the orphan girl, was about to become a princess.
Inside a small hut decorated with palm fronds and white cloth, Jenny sat quietly while older women braided her hair. They dressed her in a fine wrapper woven with red and gold threads. Beads were placed around her neck and wrists, and her feet were washed and rubbed with oil.
“You look like the morning star,” one woman said proudly.
Jenny smiled shyly, but her heart was heavy. She thought of her parents.
“If you were alive, you would be here,” she whispered.
The lamb stood beside her, calm and silent. She touched its head gently.
“You brought me here,” she said softly. “I will never forget kindness.”