Morning sunlight peeked through the treetops, spreading golden rays over the quiet village. The soft sound of birds chirping filled the air, and from a cozy wooden house at the edge of the forest came the cheerful chatter of two little monkeys — Bibi and Lala.
Bibi was the older one — gentle, clever, and always looking out for his little sister. Lala, on the other hand, was pure energy: playful, mischievous, and curious about absolutely everything. Wherever Lala went, chaos often followed, and wherever chaos appeared, Bibi was never far behind to fix it.
That morning, Lala woke up earlier than usual, her tiny tail twitching with excitement. “Bibi! Wake up!” she cried, bouncing on his blanket. “Let’s play outside!”
Bibi groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. “Lala, it’s too early,” he mumbled sleepily.
But Lala was persistent. “Come on, come on! The sun is up, the birds are singing! We can climb trees, or find bananas, or go see the chickens!”
With a sigh, Bibi sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Alright, alright,” he said, smiling. “But you have to promise to stay close, okay?”
“I promise!” Lala chirped, already halfway out the door.
The two of them spent the morning exploring the yard. Lala chased butterflies, picked flowers, and tried to balance on a fence post. Bibi watched carefully, ready to catch her if she slipped — and sure enough, she did.
“Whoaaa—!” she cried, losing her balance. But before she hit the ground, Bibi grabbed her hand and pulled her back to safety.
Lala blinked in surprise, then giggled. “Hehe, you saved me again, Bibi!”
Bibi shook his head, smiling. “That’s what big brothers do.”
They continued playing, laughter echoing through the trees. When they got tired, Bibi found a shady spot under a mango tree and shared his snacks — a few sweet bananas and a handful of peanuts. Lala munched happily, sitting right beside him, her small head resting against his shoulder.
“Bibi,” she said between bites, “when I grow up, I want to be like you!”
He chuckled softly. “Like me?”
“Yeah! You’re smart, brave, and you always know what to do!”
Bibi’s heart warmed at her words. He smiled and handed her another banana. “Then you’ll have to eat plenty and grow strong,” he said playfully. “Big brothers need big muscles.”
Lala flexed her tiny arms proudly, making Bibi laugh again.
But later that afternoon, things took a turn. Lala, always adventurous, wandered a little too far from the yard while Bibi was helping Grandma Cheby carry firewood. She spotted a bright butterfly fluttering near the stream and followed it excitedly.
“Pretty butterfly! Wait for me!” she called, running after it.
The butterfly led her through tall grass, past some bushes, and finally near the edge of the stream. Lala leaned over to see her reflection in the sparkling water — but the ground beneath her feet was soft and slippery.
Suddenly, splash!
She slipped and fell right into the shallow stream. The water was cool and gentle, but to little Lala, it felt like a big, scary wave.
“Bibi! Help!” she cried, splashing frantically.
Back at the yard, Bibi froze when he heard her voice. His heart jumped. Without hesitation, he dropped the bundle of firewood and sprinted toward the sound.
“Lala! I’m coming!” he shouted.
He reached the stream in seconds and spotted her struggling in the water. Without thinking, he leapt in and lifted her out, holding her tightly in his arms.
Lala clung to him, shaking and crying softly. “I fell, Bibi… I was just watching the butterfly…”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered, patting her back gently. “You’re safe now.”
He carried her to the bank and checked her over. She wasn’t hurt — just soaked and frightened. He smiled softly. “See? You’re fine. But you mustn’t go off alone, okay?”
Lala sniffled and nodded. “I’m sorry, Bibi.”
He wiped the tears from her cheeks. “It’s alright. Just promise me you’ll tell me before you go anywhere next time.”
“I promise,” she whispered.
By the time they got back home, Grandma Cheby had already heated some water. Bibi helped Lala dry off, wrapping her in a soft towel. He rubbed her little hands to warm them and gave her a comforting smile.
“Thank you, Bibi,” she said quietly, her voice trembling. “I was scared.”
Bibi hugged her gently. “That’s what brothers are for,” he said softly. “To protect you when you’re scared.”
As evening fell, the sky turned orange and pink. The smell of Grandma’s cooking filled the air, and Lala sat by the window, sipping a warm cup of honey tea. Bibi sat next to her, watching the sunset.
After a while, Lala turned to him and said, “Bibi, you’re my hero.”
Bibi chuckled. “Hero? I’m just your brother.”
“But you saved me,” she insisted. “And you always take care of me. Heroes do that!”
He smiled, ruffling her hair. “Then maybe I am your hero — and you’re my little sunshine.”
She giggled, leaning against him. The two sat quietly, watching the first stars appear in the sky.
Later that night, when the house was quiet and everyone was asleep, Bibi woke up to find Lala shivering a little in her bed. Even though she said she wasn’t cold, he could see her tiny hands trembling.
Without a word, Bibi stood up, fetched his blanket, and gently covered her with it. Then he sat beside her, making sure she was comfortable. Lala’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled sleepily.
“Bibi…” she murmured, “you’re still here.”
“Of course,” he said softly. “Go back to sleep, Lala.”
She reached out and held his hand. “I love you, Bibi,” she whispered before drifting back to sleep.
Bibi watched her for a moment, his heart full of warmth. He whispered back, “I love you too, little one.”
The moonlight shone through the window, casting a gentle glow over them. Outside, the crickets sang their nightly song, and the world seemed peaceful once again.
The next morning, Lala was her cheerful self again — jumping, laughing, and teasing Bibi playfully. But something was different now. She followed him everywhere, holding his hand as they walked, always looking up at him with admiration.
“Bibi,” she said as they shared breakfast, “when I grow up, I’ll take care of you too. I’ll be your hero one day.”
Bibi smiled, touched by her words. “I’d like that,” he said warmly. “But for now, you can just be my little sister — that’s already perfect.”
Grandma Cheby watched them from the kitchen, smiling to herself. She could see the love and bond between them — strong, gentle, and pure.
As the day went on, they played together again, but this time, Lala was careful not to wander too far. And every time she tripped or got tired, Bibi was there — offering a helping hand, a soft word, or a kind smile.
It was simple moments like these — shared laughter, little rescues, quiet care — that made their bond so special. Bibi wasn’t just Lala’s brother. He was her protector, her best friend, and her heart’s safest place.
And though they were still young, anyone who saw them together could feel it — the unspoken love that only true family can share.
That evening, as the sun set again and the fireflies began to glow, Lala hugged Bibi tightly and said, “Bibi, you’re the best brother in the whole wide world!”
He hugged her back, smiling. “And you,” he said softly, “are the best sister anyone could ever have.”
Under the peaceful evening sky, their laughter echoed through the trees — a sound of love, of family, and of a bond that would never fade.
— The End —
