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

“Let me help you,” she said.
She swept the compound with a broom made from palm fronds. She washed the dirty plates by the small stream behind the hut. She fetched water and filled the cracked pot. She even stacked the firewood neatly beside the wall. Inside the hut, she found only a small mat and a broken stool. The air smelled of damp earth.
“Do you have food?” Jenny asked.
The old woman shook her head.
“I was going to sell this firewood to buy garri.”
Jenny thought of her own hunger, but she ignored it. She lit a small fire outside and cooked a simple meal with the little cassava and palm oil she found in the hut. When it was ready, she placed the food in front of the old woman.
“Eat, Grandmother.”
The old woman ate slowly, tears falling into the food.
“You are kind,” she said. “May your kindness never leave you.”
When the sun rose higher, Jenny knew she must go or she would miss school completely. She helped the old woman lie down and covered her with a wrapper.
“I will come again,” Jenny promised.
As she turned to leave, the old woman called her back.
“Wait.”
She entered the hut and came out holding a small white lamb. Its wool was clean and bright, and its eyes were calm.
“Take this lamb,” the old woman said. “It will help you whenever you need help.”
Jenny shook her head.
“I cannot take your only animal.”
“It is not ordinary,” the old woman replied. “It will answer your wishes.”
Jenny felt a strange warmth in her chest. She knelt and thanked the old woman.
“I will take good care of it.”
She carried the lamb in her arms and hurried home, her heart racing with confusion and fear.
When she reached the house, her aunt was waiting.
“Where have you been?” she shouted. “Why is the food not ready?”
Jenny tried to explain.
“I helped an old woman.”
“An old woman?” her aunt roared. “So you help strangers and neglect this house?”
She pointed to the kitchen.
“You will not eat tonight.”
That night, hunger twisted Jenny’s stomach. She lay on her mat, holding the lamb close, listening to her aunt and Fiona laugh as they ate inside. Tears slid down her cheeks.
“I only wanted to help,” she whispered.
She looked at the lamb and whispered again, “I wish I had food.”
And suddenly, the room filled with the smell of jollof rice.
A steaming plate appeared before her.
Jenny covered her mouth in shock.
The lamb blinked calmly.
Her life had changed forever.
Jenny sat upright on her thin mat, staring at the plate of steaming jollof rice in front of her as though it might disappear if she blinked. The smell alone made her dizzy—rich tomatoes, warm spices, and the smoky scent of cooked meat. Her stomach growled loudly, reminding her of how hungry she was.
For a moment, she thought she was dreaming.
She rubbed her eyes and touched the plate.
It was real.
The rice was hot.
Her gaze moved slowly to the small white lamb beside her. The lamb stood quietly, chewing nothing, its eyes gentle and shining in the dim light of the kitchen hut.
“Did… did you do this?” Jenny whispered.
The lamb made a soft sound and blinked.
Jenny’s hands trembled as she lifted the spoon and tasted the rice. It was perfect—better than any meal she had ever eaten. Tears filled her eyes as she ate, not just because of hunger, but because something inside her heart suddenly felt safe.