Using her nimble hands, BiBi rolled the watermelon out of the patch and onto a flat stone. She fetched a small knife from the kitchen area and carefully sliced it open. The red flesh inside was bright and juicy, glistening in the sunlight. The sweet scent filled the air, making even BiBi’s mouth water.
But the juice wasn’t for her — it was for Obi. She scooped out the watermelon flesh and placed it in a wooden bowl. Then, with a small hand-crank juicer, she pressed and twisted, turning the fruit into a cool, refreshing drink. The juice trickled into a coconut shell cup, glowing like red gems in the morning light.
Obi, who had been playing nearby, noticed the delicious smell and hopped over curiously. His little eyes widened when he saw the cup. BiBi smiled and handed it to him. Obi took a sip, and his face lit up with pure joy. The sweetness was just right, and the cool juice was perfect for the warm day.
BiBi watched with pride as Obi finished every drop, licking his lips happily. She knew that making something fresh and healthy for her friend was worth all the effort. After all, a good breakfast isn’t just about filling the stomach — it’s about sharing love and care.
As Obi giggled and hugged her, BiBi decided she would make more fresh juices in the future — maybe mango, banana, or even papaya. But for today, watermelon juice had made both their hearts and bellies happy.
