Bibi sat on the windowsill, watching the raindrops race each other down the glass. The sky was gray, and the wind whistled through the trees, making the world outside feel as lonely as she did inside.
She hugged her knees to her chest and sighed. It had been a long time since she felt truly happy. Lala, her older sister, was always busy with school and friends. Poopy, her best friend, had moved away to another town, and Dad—well, Dad had been gone for months now, working in another country.
The house was too quiet. No Lala’s laughter, no Poopy’s silly jokes, no Dad’s deep, comforting voice telling stories. It was just Bibi, alone with her thoughts.
She turned away from the window and lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. And then, as if pulled by an invisible thread, her mind drifted back to the days when life was full of joy.
The Time Dad Took Them to the Park
A warm memory bubbled up in her heart. She could almost hear Dad’s voice.
“Come on, Bibi, Poopy, Lala! Let’s race!”
It was a bright, sunny afternoon, and the three of them had gone to the park with Dad. The grass smelled fresh, and the birds chirped cheerfully.
Poopy, always the fastest, had dashed ahead, giggling. “Catch me if you can!”
Lala, too, was quick on her feet. But Bibi—oh, Bibi had tiny legs and was always the last one.
She remembered how she pouted, standing still in the middle of the park. “I never win,” she had grumbled.
But Dad had scooped her up, twirling her in the air. “You don’t have to win, sweetheart. You just have to run and have fun.”
Bibi had laughed so hard that day, the kind of laughter that tickles your belly and makes your heart feel like it’s glowing.
She smiled now, lying on her bed. She had almost forgotten that day.
Making Cookies with Lala
Another memory flickered in her mind.
It was a rainy afternoon, much like today. The sky was dark, and the raindrops drummed softly against the roof.
Lala had grabbed Bibi’s hand. “Let’s make cookies!”
They had sneaked into the kitchen while Mom was out shopping. Lala mixed the dough while Bibi dumped in chocolate chips—maybe too many, because the dough turned into a mountain of chocolate.
When the cookies came out of the oven, they were misshapen and lumpy, but they smelled heavenly.
Bibi had taken a big bite, and her eyes widened. “They taste… weird.”
Lala had laughed. “That’s because you put in salt instead of sugar, silly!”
They had laughed so hard that day, their stomachs hurting. Even though the cookies were awful, the memory was perfect.
Poopy’s Funniest Prank
And then, there was Poopy. Oh, Poopy, with his endless tricks and giggles.
Bibi remembered the time they played hide-and-seek in her house. She had looked for Poopy everywhere—under the bed, behind the curtains, even in the kitchen cabinets.
She was about to give up when suddenly—
“BOO!”
Poopy had jumped out from inside the laundry basket, making her scream so loudly that Lala came running.
“You scared me!” Bibi had yelled, pretending to be mad.
Poopy had laughed until tears rolled down his cheeks. “That was the best hiding spot ever!”
Bibi had to admit, it really was.
Now, as she lay in her bed, thinking of all these wonderful moments, the loneliness didn’t feel so heavy anymore.
Yes, Poopy had moved away, Lala was busy, and Dad was far away. But their love, their laughter, their memories—they were still with her.
Bibi sat up and wiped her eyes. Maybe she would call Dad later. Maybe she would text Poopy. Maybe she would ask Lala to bake cookies again.
She wasn’t alone. Not really.
Because the people we love never truly leave us. They live in our hearts, in our laughter, and in the beautiful memories we hold dear.
And as she curled up under her blanket, Bibi smiled.
She wasn’t lonely anymore.
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