The golden sun had just peeked over the horizon, painting the jungle in soft morning light. Dewdrops shimmered on the leaves like tiny jewels, and the sweet smell of wildflowers drifted through the air. A new day had begun, peaceful and full of promise.
Down by the river meadow — a wide, grassy clearing surrounded by tall trees — the CUTIS family was setting up for a cozy morning picnic. The gentle sound of running water and the chorus of birds made it the perfect spot for breakfast in nature.
Mom CUTIS, always graceful and organized, was unpacking the large woven basket she’d brought. Inside were fresh fruits, warm bread, a small jar of honey, and boiled eggs she’d carefully prepared before sunrise.
Beside her, little Lala, the youngest and most cheerful of her children, hopped around excitedly. “Mommy, breakfast now?” she asked for the fifth time, her big eyes shining.
“Almost, sweetheart,” Mom said with a soft laugh. “We have to wait for Bon to finish bringing the water.”
Just a few steps away, Bon, Lala’s older brother, was carrying a large coconut shell filled with river water. He was strong, responsible, and always ready to help. But even he couldn’t help smiling at Lala’s excitement.
“Patience, little monkey,” he teased. “You’ll get your bananas soon.”
Lala giggled. “Bon mean! Lala want banana now!” She puffed out her cheeks and crossed her tiny arms in fake anger, but it lasted only two seconds before she laughed again.
Bon placed the coconut shell down beside the picnic mat. “There, all done,” he said proudly. “Now we can eat.”
Finally, the moment Lala had been waiting for arrived. Mom spread a soft blanket on the grass and carefully placed the food on top. The aroma was irresistible — fresh, warm, and full of love.
“Alright, everyone,” Mom said, sitting down gracefully. “Breakfast time!”
Lala squealed in delight and plopped herself between Mom and Bon, her little tail flicking back and forth.
“Mommy, Lala help?” she asked eagerly.
“Of course,” Mom smiled. “Can you pass me the bananas?”
Lala proudly picked up a bunch and handed it to her. But instead of letting go, she took one for herself first. “One for Mommy, one for Lala!” she announced.
Bon laughed. “Hey, what about me?”
Lala tilted her head. “You big. You can peel your own!”
Mom chuckled softly. “Lala, share with your brother. He helped bring the water.”
Lala sighed dramatically but handed him a banana. “Okay… but only because Mommy say so.”
Bon grinned. “Fair deal.”
They began to eat — quietly at first, then with cheerful chatter. The sound of peeling bananas and gentle munching mixed with birdsong and the soft splash of the river.
Mom CUTIS handed each of them a slice of bread spread with honey. Lala licked the golden sweetness and gasped, “Mmm! Sticky! But yummy!”
Bon took a bite and nodded. “You make the best breakfast, Mom.”
Mom smiled warmly. “It’s not the food that makes it special, dear. It’s eating it with both of you.”
Lala giggled and hugged her mom’s arm. “Mommy best! Lala love Mommy!”
“I love you too, my little sunshine,” Mom said, brushing a crumb off her daughter’s nose.
After a while, the three of them leaned back, enjoying the view. The sunlight danced on the river, butterflies floated lazily through the air, and the world felt calm and slow.
“Mommy,” Lala said softly, “can we always eat breakfast here?”
Mom smiled. “Maybe not every day, but we’ll come back again soon. Nature makes food taste better, doesn’t it?”
Lala nodded eagerly. “Yes! Even banana more yummy here!”
Bon laughed. “That’s because you’re hungrier when you run around so much.”
Lala puffed her chest. “Lala not hungry. Lala just happy!”
Mom reached over and gently patted her head. “That’s the best kind of full — a happy tummy and a happy heart.”
Lala giggled again, her laughter echoing across the meadow.
When breakfast was over, Mom packed up the leftovers neatly, while Bon and Lala lay side by side on the grass, staring up at the sky.
“Bon,” Lala whispered, “look! That cloud looks like a banana!”
Bon squinted. “Hmm… I think it looks more like a monkey tail.”
Lala shook her head. “No! Banana!”
Mom, overhearing them, laughed softly. “Maybe it’s both — a banana for a monkey tail.”
Lala gasped. “Mommy so smart!”
Bon grinned. “Of course she is. She’s the smartest in the jungle.”
Mom smiled, looking at her two children with quiet affection. They were growing up so fast — but moments like these, simple and pure, made time feel slow again.
She lay down beside them, and together they watched the clouds drift by. The morning breeze brushed over their fur, cool and gentle.
Lala hummed softly, a tune she often made up when she was happy. Bon started to mimic her rhythm, tapping lightly on the ground, and soon they were both laughing and making up silly songs.
Mom joined in, singing softly, her voice blending with theirs until the whole meadow seemed to sway with their joy.
After a while, Bon got up and said, “I’ll go wash the cups in the river.”
“Be careful,” Mom reminded him.
“I will!” he said, running off with the dishes.
Lala stayed beside her mother, leaning against her. “Mommy,” she whispered, “Lala sleepy now.”
Mom chuckled. “Already? You just woke up.”
“Too much happy,” Lala murmured, yawning adorably.
Mom wrapped her arm around her. “Then rest, my little one.”
Lala curled up beside her, the gentle hum of the river lulling her into peace. Her eyelids fluttered, her tiny hands clutching a piece of bread she hadn’t finished.
Mom smiled tenderly, brushing a strand of grass from her daughter’s cheek.
When Bon returned, he stopped and smiled too. “She’s asleep already?”
Mom nodded. “Yes. Our picnic made her tired — but happy.”
Bon sat down quietly beside them, looking out at the river. “It’s nice here. Peaceful.”
Mom nodded. “It’s good for the heart. Sometimes, we all need a quiet moment like this — to breathe, to be thankful.”
Bon looked at his little sister sleeping soundly and whispered, “She really loves these mornings.”
“Yes,” Mom said softly. “And so do I.”
Time passed slowly. The sun rose higher, bathing the meadow in warm light. The leaves shimmered, and the river glistened like glass.
Lala stirred and blinked her eyes open. “Morning again?” she mumbled sleepily.
Bon chuckled. “Still the same morning, sleepyhead.”
She rubbed her eyes and smiled. “Lala dream of more bananas.”
Mom laughed. “Then I think you’ve had enough for today.”
They all sat together again, watching the clouds drift lazily across the sky. Bon poured water into a leaf cup and handed it to Lala. She took a sip, then smiled and said, “Best breakfast ever!”
Mom CUTIS and Bon exchanged a warm look. It wasn’t just breakfast — it was a memory. A quiet, gentle moment that would stay in their hearts long after the food was gone.
As they packed up and prepared to return home, Lala turned around one last time to look at the picnic spot — the soft grass, the shining water, the sunlight filtering through the trees.
“Bye-bye, breakfast place!” she shouted, waving her tiny hand. “Lala come again soon!”
Mom smiled. “We will, sweetheart. We always will.”
And with that, the three of them walked hand in hand down the forest path — their hearts full, their bellies happy, and their morning as bright as the sunshine that followed them.
🌞🍌🐒 The End.
