the forest and again asked, “Takatuliang, Takatuliang, what are you doing that is more important than returning home?”
Takatuliang answered, “I am working, Mother, to prove my love.”
His mother was shocked to hear this. Now she knew that he intended to propose marriage to the princess. Her heart ached.
“Takatuliang, oh Takatuliang, child of my heart! Come to your senses, my son. All you have is the skin on your bones!”
Takatuliang said, “That is why I am working. I am creating proof of my true love.”
The next day, his mother returned again. She watched her son as he bent over the piece of wood, shaping it carefully. His face was calm and focused on his work. Pearls of sweat formed on his forehead. Again, she spoke to him gently. “Takatuliang, you are breaking my heart. You are not in your right mind. Stop dreaming. You cannot win the princess. Your rank is so low, and hers is so high. Surely, you will be scorned.”
Takatuliang answered again, “Oh, Mother, suffering is only for those who do not exert any effort, for those who deny their God-given gifts. I have energy. I have talent. I have dreams.
And I have a love that can even change the fate of a man.”
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