Malin Kundang sat at the small wooden table, his eyes filled with dreams of distant lands and untold wealth. His mother stood beside him, her hands gently resting on his shoulders, her heart heavy with both pride and fear. [@ch_1_d]"Mother, I am going to set sail! I will work hard and return as a rich man!"[@/ch_1_d]

Malin's mother clung to her son, her voice trembling with emotion. [@ch_2_d]"My son, I can only pray for your safety and success. Remember, I will always wait for you here."[@/ch_2_d] Malin waved goodbye with a hopeful heart, unaware of the trials he would face.

Malin Kundang stands at the helm, his clothes now fine and his demeanor confident. [@ch_1_d]"We have done it, my friends! We are rich beyond our dreams!"[@/ch_1_d]

Malin's mother rushed towards the crowd, her heart racing with joy and anticipation. [@ch_2_d]"Malin! My son! You have returned!"[@/ch_2_d] But Malin, now proud and dismissive, turned away from her, ashamed of her humble appearance.

His mother fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she whispered a prayer. [@ch_2_d]"Oh Almighty God, if he truly is my son and he refuses to acknowledge me, then let him be punished for his ungratefulness. Turn him into stone so that he may learn his lesson."[@/ch_2_d]

Malin cried out in terror as his limbs grew heavy and his skin hardened. [@ch_1_d]"No! Mother, forgive me!"[@/ch_1_d] But it was too late. His body turned to stone, a monument to the price of pride and ingratitude.