Bibi was a little golden dog with the softest fur and the kindest eyes. She lived in a small, cozy home with her beloved Grandma, who had raised her since she was a tiny puppy. Bibi adored Grandma more than anything in the world. They spent their days together—Grandma cooking delicious meals while humming old songs, and Bibi following her around, wagging her fluffy tail in excitement.
One sunny morning, Grandma prepared to go to the market. She put on her wide-brimmed hat, tied a small pouch around her waist, and picked up her woven basket. Bibi watched her every move, tilting her head as she noticed Grandma getting ready to leave.
“Bibi, my sweet girl,” Grandma said, bending down to pet her. “I need to go to the market to buy some fresh vegetables and rice. You be a good girl and wait for me, okay?”
Bibi licked Grandma’s hand and gave a soft whimper. She didn’t like it when Grandma left, but she was a very obedient dog. She understood that Grandma always came back.
“I’ll be back soon,” Grandma reassured her. “You stay and guard the house.”
With that, Grandma stepped out the door, her basket swinging by her side. Bibi sat by the doorstep, her ears perked up, watching as Grandma walked down the dusty path toward the market. Once Grandma disappeared around the bend, Bibi sighed and lay down on the wooden porch. Her fluffy tail curled around her paws as she rested her head on the floor, waiting patiently.
The morning passed slowly. Bibi watched birds flitting through the trees and listened to the rustling leaves. The warm breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, but Bibi didn’t move from her spot. She knew Grandma had told her to wait, and she would do just that.
After a while, Bibi’s friend, a striped cat named Miko, appeared from behind the fence. Miko stretched and yawned before trotting over to where Bibi was waiting.
“Hey, Bibi!” Miko meowed, flicking his tail. “Want to come chase butterflies with me in the field?”
Bibi shook her head. “No, Miko. Grandma told me to wait for her. I have to stay right here.”
Miko rolled his eyes. “She’ll be back later! You could play for just a little bit.”
But Bibi remained firm. “I promised Grandma I would wait.”
Miko sighed. “Suit yourself!” He leaped over the fence and disappeared into the field.
Bibi sat up and stretched, looking down the path. No sign of Grandma yet. She let out a small whine but quickly reminded herself to be patient.
Not long after, a group of village children ran past, laughing and playing. One of the boys, a kind child named Aroon, stopped when he saw Bibi sitting so still.
“Bibi, why are you just sitting there?” Aroon asked, kneeling to scratch behind her ears.
“She’s waiting for Grandma,” another child said.
“Oh, Bibi is such a good dog!” Aroon grinned. “Would you like to play fetch with us? We have a new ball!”
Bibi wagged her tail, tempted for a moment. She loved playing with the village children. But then she remembered Grandma’s words. “Wait for me, okay?”
Bibi sat back down. “I have to wait for Grandma.”
Aroon patted her head. “Alright, Bibi. Maybe next time!” The children ran off, their laughter ringing through the air.
Bibi sighed again. She missed Grandma. The sun climbed higher in the sky, and she felt the warmth of its golden rays on her fur. The village bustled with life—people chatting, chickens clucking, the sound of pots clanking from a nearby home—but Bibi kept her gaze on the road.
Then, suddenly, a familiar scent filled the air. It was the faint but unmistakable smell of Grandma’s favorite jasmine perfume. Bibi’s ears perked up, and she lifted her head.
There! In the distance! A figure wearing a wide-brimmed hat and carrying a woven basket was making her way down the path.
“Grandma!” Bibi barked excitedly, jumping to her feet. She wagged her tail so hard that her whole body wiggled with joy.
As Grandma approached, her warm smile spread across her face. “Oh, my good Bibi! You waited so patiently for me!”
Bibi ran up to her, circling her legs and nuzzling against her long skirt. Grandma reached into her basket and pulled out a small treat—a crunchy biscuit just for Bibi.
“Here you go, my sweet girl. You deserve it for being so obedient.”
Bibi eagerly took the treat, chewing happily as she followed Grandma inside the house. She was proud of herself for waiting, and even prouder that Grandma was happy with her.
As the sun began to set, Grandma sat on the porch with Bibi by her side, gently stroking her golden fur. “You’re the best dog anyone could ask for, Bibi. Thank you for waiting for me.”
Bibi wagged her tail and rested her head on Grandma’s lap. She didn’t need to say anything—her love for Grandma was clear. No matter how long the wait, it was always worth it when Grandma came home.
