The sun peeked gently over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of soft orange and golden pink. Lala woke up with excitement sparkling in her eyes. Today was no ordinary day—it was the day she was finally going to the farm to harvest guava. The night before, she had heard her uncle talking about the guava trees being heavy with ripe, sweet fruit. Just the thought of the juicy green fruit made her mouth water. She couldn’t wait to taste the guavas straight from the tree and also gather some to surprise her mom.
After brushing her teeth and quickly finishing her breakfast, Lala put on her wide-brimmed straw hat and carried a small woven basket. Her mom smiled warmly as she helped tie a red ribbon on the handle of the basket. “Bring back some guavas for us, Lala. And don’t forget to enjoy yourself,” Mom reminded her. Lala nodded with determination.
The farm wasn’t too far from her village, just a short walk through narrow paths surrounded by tall grass and chirping birds. As she walked, she could smell the morning dew on the leaves and hear the rustling sounds of squirrels jumping from branch to branch. She felt like nature was welcoming her to a beautiful adventure.
When Lala reached the farm, her eyes widened in amazement. The guava trees stretched across the field, their branches weighed down with clusters of plump, round guavas. Some fruits were a pale green, while others had a golden-yellow tint, signaling they were perfectly ripe. Bees buzzed around the blossoms, and butterflies danced in the air, adding more magic to the scene.
“Wow!” Lala exclaimed, running closer to the first tree. She reached up and plucked a guava, feeling its smooth skin against her palm. The fruit gave off a sweet, earthy fragrance. She wiped it gently on her dress, took a small bite, and her face lit up. The guava was crisp, juicy, and full of flavor. She giggled happily, chewing the fresh fruit under the shade of the tree.
But Lala wasn’t just there to eat—she had a mission. She wanted to collect enough guavas for Mom and maybe even share some with her neighbors. With determination, she started picking guavas one by one, carefully choosing the ripest ones. She climbed onto a low branch of a tree to reach the fruits hanging higher up. Her small hands moved quickly, and soon, her basket began to fill with green and yellow treasures.
While she was busy harvesting, she met an old farmer who was also working in the orchard. He smiled kindly and asked, “Young lady, what brings you here so early?”
“I came to pick guavas for my mom,” Lala answered proudly, showing him her half-full basket.
The farmer chuckled and said, “That’s very sweet of you. Let me show you a trick to find the juiciest guavas.” He plucked a guava, tapped it gently, and explained that the ones that felt firm but gave a little when pressed were the tastiest. Lala listened carefully and followed his advice. Indeed, she noticed the difference—the guavas she picked this way smelled richer and tasted even better.
After a while, Lala decided to take a short break. She sat under the shade of a big guava tree, enjoying the soft breeze. She munched on another guava, her lips sticky with sweetness, and gazed at the blue sky. She felt peaceful and proud, like she was part of the land itself. A little bird hopped nearby, chirping loudly, as if cheering her on.
Re-energized, Lala went back to work. She picked and picked, filling her basket almost to the top. Sometimes, she would pause to nibble on a guava, savoring the crunch and sweetness. She laughed when juice dripped down her chin and quickly wiped it with her sleeve. By the time the basket was full, she had already eaten three guavas herself!
Now it was time to head home. The basket felt heavier, but Lala didn’t mind. She imagined how surprised her mom would be to see so many guavas. On her way back, she walked slowly, careful not to drop any fruit. Along the path, she saw a group of children playing. They noticed her basket and shouted, “Wow, Lala! You got so many guavas!”
Lala smiled generously and offered them a few. “Here, take some. They’re really sweet!” The children accepted gratefully, biting into the fruits with joy. Sharing made Lala’s heart feel even lighter.
When she finally reached home, Mom was waiting at the doorway. Lala proudly presented the basket of guavas. “Look, Mom! I picked these for you!” she said, her cheeks glowing with happiness.
Mom’s eyes softened with pride and love. She hugged Lala tightly and said, “You worked so hard, my dear. These guavas look delicious.” She picked one, cut it open, and the kitchen filled with the refreshing scent of ripe fruit. Together, they sat at the table, eating guavas and chatting about the adventure.
Mom promised to make guava juice later, and maybe even guava jam to store for the rainy days. Lala’s eyes sparkled at the thought. She realized that the joy of harvesting wasn’t just about eating—it was about sharing, learning, and creating beautiful memories with family.
That night, before going to bed, Lala whispered to herself, “Today was perfect.” She felt grateful for the trees, the farmer’s wisdom, and the laughter of children. Most of all, she felt grateful for her mom, who always encouraged her to explore and be kind.
As she drifted to sleep, she dreamt of guava orchards under golden sunlight, of baskets overflowing with fruit, and of the endless sweetness of life when shared with loved ones.
