For a moment, I felt uneasy.
Who would do that — and why without telling me?
Then I remembered.
My grandmother had visited just a few weeks earlier.
She’s always been the kind of woman who believes in quiet blessings and the old ways.
That evening, I called her.
“Grandma… did you put something under my mattress?”
She chuckled softly.
“Ah, you found it? Yes, it’s kalonji. May it keep you safe. You’ve been restless lately, and I thought a little protection might help.”
