The morning sun peeked through the curtains, painting golden streaks across Bibi’s bedroom wall. She stretched like a sleepy cat and rubbed her eyes, already dreaming about the delicious breakfast she hoped to have. There was something special about Saturdays—no school, no early alarms, and most of all, time to spend with her favorite person: Uncle Phong.
Uncle Phong wasn’t her real uncle, but he was a close family friend who had been around since Bibi was a baby. He had a kind smile, big round glasses, and always smelled like cinnamon and mangoes. Bibi adored him.
As she bounded downstairs, she found Uncle Phong already in the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune while mixing something in a big white bowl.
“Good morning, sunshine!” he greeted, turning around with a smile. “I was just thinking… today might be the perfect day for some homemade fruit yogurt.”
Bibi’s eyes lit up. “Fruit yogurt?! Can we really?”
“Absolutely,” he said, handing her a spoon to taste the plain yogurt he’d made the night before. “But we’re missing something important.”
Bibi licked the spoon. It was creamy and tangy, just the way she liked it. “What are we missing?”
“Bananas,” he said dramatically, waving a wooden spoon in the air like a wand. “Sweet, ripe, golden bananas! They’re the secret ingredient that makes fruit yogurt magical.”
Bibi giggled. “Then let’s go get some!”
Ten minutes later, Bibi was dressed in her favorite overalls, and she and Uncle Phong were walking hand in hand to the local market. It was a sunny morning, and the street buzzed with people. Children rode bikes, vendors shouted cheerful greetings, and the smell of fresh bread and roasted peanuts filled the air.
As they neared the market, Bibi tugged on Uncle Phong’s sleeve. “Uncle, how do you know which bananas are the best?”
“Ah,” he said, winking. “That, my dear Bibi, is a secret known only to banana masters. But today, you’ll become one too.”
Bibi beamed with excitement.
At the fruit stall, rows and rows of bananas stretched in every direction—tiny bananas, long bananas, some still green, others perfectly yellow with tiny brown freckles.
“Let me teach you,” Uncle Phong said, crouching down beside her. “A good banana for yogurt should be ripe—just the right mix of soft and sweet. Not too green, and not too mushy.”
He picked up a bunch and handed it to her. “What do you think about these?”
Bibi pressed a finger gently on one. “It’s soft, but not squishy. And it smells sweet!”
“Perfect!” he said. “You’re a natural.”
They bought two big bunches and thanked the fruit seller, who gave Bibi a little wink and a free mango for being such a good helper.
As they walked back home, Bibi held the bananas proudly, already imagining the creamy yogurt they would make together.
Once home, Uncle Phong laid out all the ingredients on the kitchen counter: the homemade yogurt, a bowl of chopped strawberries and blueberries, a small jar of honey, and, of course, the bananas.
“First, we slice the bananas,” he said, handing her a butter knife. “Carefully and slowly.”
Bibi took her time, slicing each banana into neat little rounds. Uncle Phong added them to a large mixing bowl and then poured in the strawberries and blueberries. The colors looked like a rainbow had landed in their kitchen.
“Now the yogurt,” he said, scooping generous dollops into the bowl. Together, they stirred until everything was mixed just right.
Bibi dipped a spoon in and gave it a try. “Mmm! It’s sweet and fruity and perfect!”
“To the fridge it goes!” Uncle Phong declared. “Let it chill while we clean up.”
After they washed the dishes and wiped the counters, Bibi sat on the floor with her sketchbook, drawing a picture of her and Uncle Phong as banana wizards casting fruit spells. Meanwhile, the fridge hummed gently in the background, guarding their yogurt treasure
Finally, after what felt like forever (but was only twenty minutes), Uncle Phong opened the fridge and brought out the bowl. The yogurt had thickened a little more and smelled amazing.
They spooned it into little glass cups and topped each one with a drizzle of honey and a few banana slices. Bibi’s mouth watered.
“To magic mornings and banana adventures,” Uncle Phong toasted, raising his cup.
“To fruit yogurt and the best uncle ever!” Bibi added.
They clinked spoons and took the first bite. It was cold and creamy, with just the right amount of sweetness. The bananas were soft and rich, blending perfectly with the tangy yogurt and fresh berries.
After their second helping, Bibi leaned back with a happy sigh. “Can we make this every Saturday?”
Uncle Phong grinned. “Only if you promise to always be my banana helper.”
“Deal!” Bibi said, shaking on it. “I’ll even wear a banana hat next time.”
Uncle Phong laughed so hard he nearly dropped his spoon.
As the sun moved higher in the sky and the kitchen filled with warmth, Bibi felt like the happiest girl in the world. It wasn’t just the yogurt or the bananas—it was the magic of spending time with someone who loved her, taught her new things, and made ordinary
days feel extraordinary.
And from that day on, every Saturday became their special fruit yogurt day—each one a little adventure with new fruits, silly stories, and always, always bananas.
Let me know if you’d like illustrations, a version for younger readers, or to turn it into a short picture book!
