The air grew heavy again.
Tracy tried to stand—but her legs refused to move.
“I didn’t mean it… I was just angry…” she begged.
The woman’s voice became firm.
“Kindness is a choice. So is cruelty.”
She raised her hand slightly.
Tracy screamed.
Her palm—the one she used to slap—began to burn.
“AHHH! MY HAND!” she cried, clutching it.
A dark mark slowly appeared on her skin… like a stain that wouldn’t fade.
“This mark,” the woman said, “will remain as a reminder.”
Tracy sobbed uncontrollably.
“Until you learn humility… until your heart changes… it will not disappear.”
Joy stepped forward quickly.
“Please! Don’t hurt her anymore!” she begged. “She has learned her lesson!”
The woman looked at Joy again.
And once again…
Her expression softened.
JOY’S REWARD
“You speak for the one who hurt you,” she said quietly.
Joy lowered her head.
“She is still my friend…”
The woman smiled gently.
“And that… is why you are different.”
She stretched out her hand toward Joy.
A soft light surrounded her.
Joy felt warmth spread through her body.
Her pain… gone.
Her tiredness… vanished.
“You will never lack help in your life,” the woman said.
“Whenever you are in need… help will find you.”
Tears filled Joy’s eyes.
“Thank you… Mama…”
A FINAL WARNING
The woman stepped back.
Her form slowly beginning to fade.
“But remember this,” her voice echoed,
“The way you treat others… always finds its way back to you.”
The wind rose one last time—
And then—
She was gone.
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