Long ago in the quiet village of Willowbrook, there lived a cheerful girl named Amina. Amina loved helping her grandmother sell fruits at the market. Every day, she carried a small basket of bananas on her head and walked a long distance through the hills.
One morning, Amina found her grandmother sitting quietly. “My legs ache too much today,” Grandma said softly. “We may not be able to sell anything.”
Amina hugged her. “Don’t worry, Grandma. I’ll go alone.”