Chapter 192
The next morning, I woke up, a sharp throb in my ankle immediately reminding me of the previous day's ordeal. Groaning, I sat up, the movement sending another wave of pain through my leg. I needed to find something to ease the discomfort.
My grandmother's notebook. It was a treasure trove of remedies, passed down through generations. She had always known how to heal with herbs and natural ingredients. Maybe, just maybe, it held the answer to my throbbing ankle.
I reached for the worn leather-bound book, its pages filled with her familiar, looping handwriting. The scent of dried herbs and old paper filled my nostrils as I carefully flipped through the entries, searching for anything related to sprains, inflammation, or pain relief. Each page was a memory, a testament to her wisdom and healing touch. I just hoped I could decipher her notes and find something that would help.
