THE MARK REMAINS
Later that evening, Tracy sat alone at home.
She stared at her hand.
The mark was still there.
Unchanged.
She touched it gently.
“I understand now…” she whispered.
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“This is not just punishment… it’s a lesson.”
JOY’S BLESSING BEGINS
Meanwhile, Joy was at home helping her mother.
Suddenly, a neighbor knocked.
“Joy!” she called. “Come quickly! My child is sick—I don’t know what to do!”
Without hesitation, Joy ran to help.
And strangely…
Just like the old woman had said—
Whenever she showed up…
Things seemed to get better.
People noticed.
Whispers began to spread across the village.
“There’s something special about that girl…”
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