We walked for a while until we reached a small shop selling cold drinks and street food. My stomach growled at the sight of the food, but I didn't have any money on me. I approached the vendor and asked.
"Excuse me, do you know where I can find the house of an old woman who's a healer?" I tried to avoid eye contact, worried that she might recognize me.
"What's the name of the one you're looking for, dear? There are many old healers around here," she replied, her words giving me a glimmer of hope.
However, my smile faltered when I realized I didn't know the old woman's name after all.
"Ah, sorry, but can you just point out the houses of these healers? I forgot the name of the one I'm looking for. But it's a small, old hut near an old wall with a forest behind it. There's a big mango tre
