The morning sun was bright, casting golden light across the farm as Lala ran happily down the dirt path. The smell of fresh soil and the sound of chirping birds filled the air. Today felt special, though she didn’t know why just yet. As she skipped past rows of corn and beans, her eyes caught sight of something she hadn’t noticed before—a tall guava tree, its branches heavy with green and yellow fruit.
Her little heart leapt with excitement. “Wow! Guavas!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. She had always heard about guavas from her parents, who loved making juice and jam out of them, but she had never actually picked one herself. Without hesitation, she ran closer, her eyes wide at the sight of the ripe fruits waiting to be harvested.
The tree stood proudly, its leaves dancing gently in the breeze. Some guavas had fallen to the ground, their sweet aroma drifting into the air. Lala bent down, carefully picking up the ones that were still good, placing them gently in her small basket. Then, with determination, she stretched her tiny hands toward the lower branches, plucking a few that hung within reach.
Every time she managed to grab one, she smiled so brightly that it was as if she had just discovered treasure. “This one is for juice, and this one is for eating fresh!” she said to herself, imagining the many ways the fruit would be enjoyed at home.
As her basket grew heavier, Lala sat under the shade of the guava tree, nibbling on one of the freshly picked fruits. Its juicy sweetness filled her mouth, making her giggle with delight. “Mmm… so yummy!” she whispered, her cheeks sticky with juice.
By the time she returned home, her basket was brimming with guavas, and her heart was full of pride. Her family cheered at her discovery, and together they planned a feast of guava treats.
For Lala, this day wasn’t just about picking fruit—it was about the joy of discovering nature’s gifts, the thrill of harvesting with her own hands, and the sweetness of sharing it all with the ones she loved.
