The morning sun had just begun to rise, painting the sky in gentle shades of orange and pink. The village was quiet, except for the soft rustling of leaves in the trees and the distant crowing of roosters. Inside a little bamboo house by the riverside, Baby Titas stirred awake. His tiny hands stretched wide, his eyes blinking as they adjusted to the new day.
Today wasn’t going to be an ordinary morning. Today, he was going to have breakfast with his older brother, PavPav.
PavPav’s Promise
The night before, PavPav had made a promise.
“Tomorrow,” he told Baby Titas with a playful grin, “I’ll take you to the riverside for breakfast. Just you and me. We’ll make it special.”
Baby Titas, though still small, understood enough to clap his hands and squeal happily. He adored PavPav. His big brother wasn’t just a protector—he was a playmate, a guide, and sometimes even a partner in mischief. The thought of eating together, away from the usual morning chaos of the family kitchen, felt like an adventure.
Early Preparations
As dawn broke, PavPav quietly packed a basket with food. He placed soft rice cakes, slices of ripe mango, a boiled egg, and a small jar of honey inside. He also tucked in a bamboo flask filled with warm milk for Baby Titas.
When Titas toddled out of bed, rubbing his eyes and calling for “Bro PavPav,” his brother was ready.
“Come on, sleepyhead,” PavPav whispered, lifting him up. “Let’s go get our breakfast.”
Titas giggled, resting his head on PavPav’s shoulder as they walked down the narrow dirt path leading to the riverside.
The Breakfast Spot
They reached a shady spot beneath a tall tamarind tree by the river. The water shimmered under the morning light, small ripples dancing with the breeze. Birds flitted above them, chirping their own good-morning songs.
PavPav spread out a mat on the grass and set the basket down. He carefully placed Baby Titas in the middle of the mat, making sure his little brother wouldn’t wander too close to the water.
“Ready?” PavPav asked, pulling out the rice cakes.
“Yeshhh!” Baby Titas squealed, bouncing with excitement.
A Playful Start
Before eating, PavPav decided to make things fun. He held up a piece of mango and dangled it in front of Titas.
“Say ‘Mango!’” PavPav teased.
“Maa…goo!” Baby Titas tried, his words clumsy but adorable.
“Close enough,” PavPav laughed, placing the slice into his brother’s tiny hands.
Titas bit into the mango, juice dribbling down his chin. He clapped his hands in delight, smearing sticky sweetness all over his cheeks. PavPav quickly grabbed a cloth to wipe him, shaking his head but smiling all the while.
“You’re already messy, and we just started.”
Sharing and Caring
As they ate, PavPav carefully peeled the boiled egg and mashed it lightly so Baby Titas could eat it safely. He dipped a piece of rice cake in honey and handed it to him.
“Bro PavPav, yum-yum!” Titas babbled, stuffing the food happily into his mouth.
PavPav laughed. “Yes, yum-yum. But eat slowly.”
The older brother didn’t just feed him; he also made sure Titas had sips of warm milk between bites. He kept a watchful eye, protective yet patient. For PavPav, it wasn’t just about sharing breakfast—it was about teaching his baby brother how to enjoy it.
Little Mishaps
Of course, no meal with Baby Titas could ever be perfectly calm. At one point, Titas grabbed the jar of honey and tipped it over, spilling sticky golden drops onto the mat.
“Oh no!” PavPav groaned, quickly rescuing the jar.
But Titas only giggled, sticking his fingers into the mess and licking them. “Sweet! Sweet!”
PavPav sighed but couldn’t stay angry. He pulled his brother onto his lap and said, “You’re a little troublemaker. Nasty sometimes, but lovely always.”
Then he pinched Titas’s chubby cheeks, making the baby laugh uncontrollably.
Breakfast With Stories
As they continued eating, PavPav told Baby Titas stories. He spoke about the time he had caught fish in the river with Dad, about how he once climbed the tamarind tree to get fruit, and about the mischievous monkey that sometimes stole bananas from the village.
Though Baby Titas didn’t understand every word, he listened intently, eyes wide and sparkling. Every now and then he pointed at the river or clapped at a bird flying overhead, as if adding his own commentary to the story.
PavPav realized that these simple moments—sharing food, telling stories, laughing together—were what made their bond so strong.
A Surprise Visitor
Just as they were finishing, a small squirrel scampered down the tree, sniffing the sweet smell of mango and honey. Baby Titas gasped, pointing excitedly.
“Bro PavPav! Rat!”
“That’s not a rat, silly. That’s a squirrel,” PavPav corrected with a chuckle.
The squirrel edged closer, nose twitching. Titas, filled with excitement, held out a tiny crumb of rice cake. To everyone’s surprise, the squirrel snatched it quickly and darted back to the tree.
Titas squealed in joy, clapping his sticky hands. “Friend! Friend!”
PavPav ruffled his hair. “You really do make friends everywhere, huh?”
The Walk Home
When the basket was empty and Baby Titas’s belly was round and full, PavPav packed up the mat. He lifted his little brother into his arms and began the walk back home.
Titas rested his head against PavPav’s shoulder, humming softly to himself. His eyes grew heavy, sleep tugging at him after the fun and food.
“Did you like breakfast, Titas?” PavPav asked.
“Yeshhh… Bro PavPav… best… breakfast,” the baby mumbled before drifting off to sleep.
PavPav smiled, holding him closer. “Then we’ll do it again someday.”
A Brother’s Reflection
Back at home, Mom noticed the honey stains on PavPav’s shirt and the sticky fingerprints on Baby Titas’s cheeks. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing, only smiling knowingly.
PavPav laid Titas gently on his bed, tucking him in. Watching his baby brother sleep peacefully, PavPav felt a warmth in his chest. Breakfast hadn’t just been about food—it was about building memories, sharing laughter, and strengthening the bond only brothers could have.
He whispered softly, “Sleep well, Baby Titas. I’ll always be here for you.”
Conclusion
The day PavPav and Baby Titas shared breakfast by the riverside became one of those treasured memories that would last a lifetime. For PavPav, it was a chance to care, teach, and play. For Baby Titas, it was a joyful adventure filled with love, food, and laughter.
“Oh no, the honey spilled!” might have been one part of the story, but the heart of it was this: even the simplest breakfast becomes magical when shared with someone you love.
And so, in the quiet of the village, the tale of “Baby Titas Get Breakfast With Bro PavPav” lived on—not just as a story of food, but as a celebration of brotherhood, family, and the sweetness of life itself.
