Growing up in this hidden valley, I’ve always known my purpose. Our elders say that the women in my family are blessed with a special gift – a beauty and grace that soothes the heart and soul. To me, it’s just life. Every morning, I wake to the sound of the river flowing past our wooden bridge and know that today, like every other day, I’ll be meeting someone new who needs me. Sometimes it’s just a warm smile or helping hands with their daily chores. Other times…
I remember when I was little, maybe five or six winters ago. Grandmother would sit by the fire and tell stories about our ancestors – how they were chosen by the mountain spirits to keep balance between the village and nature itself. She’d say that my grandmother’s grandmother had hair like silk and skin like moonlight, just like mine. And just like her, I am destined to bring harmony by being there for everyone who needs me.
Of course, there are days when the sun sets later than usual and I find myself exhausted from all the…attentions. But then I look out at the mist-covered peaks and think: this is what my bloodline has done for centuries. How can something so natural feel tiring? The villagers rely on me – not just for their daily bread or firewood, but for their peace of mind. In return, they teach me things: how to read the sky for rain or which mushrooms are safe to eat after a cold snap.
