RAGNA POV...
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I gripped the broom with both hands and began sweeping the dusty floor, brushing away the sand and dirt scattered across it.
If this was the first step toward changing my fate…
Then I wasn't backing down.
Mother stayed silent, her gaze distant—as if she were staring straight into my future. Maybe, just maybe, she was hoping this could finally prove to the villagers that I was nothing more than a normal child.
"Would you be willing to show me?" Grandma asked.
She laughed.
I stiffened.
Here goes nothing…
Almost immediately, someone rushed off and returned with a broomstick. It passed from their hands to the midwife's, and finally into mine.
I wrapped both hands around it and began sweeping the floor, brushing away the thin layer of sand and dust scattered across the ground.
"Oh my, wonderful!"
Grandma burst into laughter again, clapping lightly as she watched me wobble around with my little self with the broomstick on the floor.
"Just wonderful."
