Bibi loved spending time at Grandma’s farm. Every weekend, her parents would take her to the countryside, where the air smelled fresh, and the trees swayed gently in the wind. She loved running through the fields, chasing butterflies, and helping Grandma with her daily chores. But among all the things she loved to do on the farm, harvesting fruit was her favorite.
One sunny morning, Grandma said, “Bibi, today we will harvest grapefruits! They are ripe and ready to be picked.”
Bibi clapped her hands excitedly. “I love grapefruits, Grandma! Let’s go!”
Grandma chuckled and handed Bibi a small basket. “You’ll help me gather them, but be careful. The trees have thick branches, and some thorns might be hiding among the leaves.”
Bibi nodded eagerly and followed Grandma to the orchard. The grapefruit trees stood tall, their branches heavy with large, golden fruits. The scent of ripe grapefruit filled the air, making Bibi’s mouth water.
Grandma took out a long pole with a small basket attached to the end. “We use this to pick the fruit from high branches,” she explained. “You can help by collecting the ones I drop into the basket.”
Bibi positioned herself under the tree, ready to catch the grapefruits. Grandma skillfully twisted the fruit off the branches, and they plopped gently into Bibi’s waiting basket.
After a while, Bibi noticed some grapefruits hanging on a lower branch. “Grandma, I think I can reach those!” she said excitedly.
“Be careful, dear. The branches can be tricky,” Grandma warned.
Bibi stood on her tiptoes and stretched her small hands toward a particularly big grapefruit. She grabbed it and twisted, just like she had seen Grandma do. The fruit came loose, but as she pulled it down, a sharp twig scraped her arm.
“Ouch!” Bibi yelped, dropping the fruit. She looked at her arm and saw a thin, red scratch.
Grandma quickly set down her pole and hurried to Bibi’s side. “Oh, my dear, you got a little scratch. Let me see.”
Bibi’s eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them away. “It’s just a small one, Grandma.”
Grandma smiled warmly and took out a handkerchief from her pocket. She gently wiped Bibi’s arm. “You’re very brave, Bibi. Let’s go inside and clean it up properly.”
Back at the house, Grandma washed Bibi’s scratch with warm water and applied some ointment. Then, she put a cute bandage with little flowers on it. “There! All better,” she said.
Bibi smiled. “Thank you, Grandma! It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”
“That’s because you are a strong little helper,” Grandma said. “Now, let’s have some fresh grapefruit juice to celebrate our hard work.”
Grandma sliced open a juicy grapefruit and squeezed its golden nectar into a glass. She handed Bibi a cup, and they both took a sip. The sweet and tangy flavor made Bibi’s taste buds dance with delight.
“Mmm! This is the best juice ever!” Bibi exclaimed.
Grandma laughed. “That’s because it’s made with love—and a little bit of adventure!”
Bibi giggled, proud of her efforts. Though she had gotten a small scratch, she had learned an important lesson: helping Grandma was always an adventure, and a little challenge wouldn’t stop her from having fun.
As the sun set over the farm, Bibi sat with Grandma on the porch, watching the golden sky. She leaned against her grandmother and sighed happily.
“Next time, I’ll be even more careful, Grandma. But I’ll always help you with the grapefruit!”
“That’s my brave little helper,” Grandma said, hugging Bibi tightly.
And with that, they finished their delicious juice, already looking forward to their next harvest adventure.
