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

That night, she slept with the lamb close to her chest, afraid it would vanish like a dream.
The next morning, Jenny woke before the rooster crowed, as usual. Her aunt’s voice soon followed.
“Jenny, wake up! Go and fetch water!”
Jenny rose quickly, her body still heavy from yesterday’s long walk and the shock of what she had seen. She tied her wrapper, lifted her empty pot, and stepped outside with the lamb following quietly behind her.
At the riverbank, she looked around to be sure no one was watching. Her heart beat fast.
“I need to know if it is true,” she whispered. “I wish for bread.”
Instantly, a loaf of warm bread appeared in her hands.
Jenny gasped and nearly dropped it into the river.
“It is real,” she murmured. “It is truly real.”
Her mind raced. She could wish for clothes. She could wish for a better house. She could wish to leave her aunt’s home forever.
But as she looked at her reflection in the water, another thought came to her.
What about the people who are suffering like me?
She remembered the old woman in the forest hut. She remembered widows begging for food. She remembered children crying in the night from hunger.
Jenny’s heart tightened.
“I will not use this only for myself,” she whispered. “I will use it to help.”
Her first act of kindness happened that same day.
On her way back from school, she saw Mama Sola, a widow with three small children, sitting in front of her hut with her face in her hands.
“What is wrong, Mama?” Jenny asked.
“I have no food for my children,” the woman sobbed. “They have not eaten since yesterday.”
Jenny looked around. No one was watching.
“I wish for food,” she whispered.
A large pot of rice and stew appeared beside them.
Mama Sola screamed and fell to her knees.
“It is God! God has remembered me!”
Jenny begged her not to tell anyone how it came.
“Say it came from village well-wishers,” Jenny said.
From that day, Jenny began to move quietly through the village, helping where she could. She gave food to the blind man who begged by the road. She gave money to the schoolboy who had no books. She healed small wounds and sickness with her wishes.
People began to talk.
“There is a kind spirit in this village.”
“Somebody is helping the poor secretly.”
“Maybe an angel walks among us.”
Jenny heard these whispers and smiled quietly. But her kindness did not go unnoticed at home.
Her aunt noticed that Jenny no longer complained of hunger. She noticed that Jenny sometimes came home later than usual. She noticed that people greeted Jenny warmly on the road.
“Where do you get money from?” her aunt demanded one evening.
“I help people,” Jenny replied simply.
“With what money?” her aunt snapped. “You must be stealing from me.”
Jenny shook her head. “I am not.”
But her aunt did not believe her.
Fiona noticed too. One afternoon, Fiona followed Jenny secretly and saw her give food to a sick old man. That night, Fiona confronted her.
“Tell me your secret,” she demanded. “Where do you get those things?”
“I can’t,” Jenny said softly.
Fiona’s eyes narrowed.
“You think you are better than me now?”
Jenny said nothing.
The aunt’s anger grew each day.
One morning, she searched Jenny’s bag. She found nothing. Another day, she checked under Jenny’s mat. Nothing.
Finally, her suspicion turned into something darker.
“This girl has brought witchcraft into my house,” she muttered.
The village no longer spoke only of harvests and market days. It now whispered about Jenny.