In a cozy little house at the edge of a quiet village lived a small, brave boy named BiBi. Though he was still young, everyone called him “Super Brother” because of how responsible and kind he was. BiBi lived with his loving mom and his little sister, LaLa. Their father had to work far away, so most days it was just the three of them.
LaLa was only four years old, full of curiosity and mischief. She often ran around the house, asking endless questions, spilling juice, or losing her socks. Their mom, though gentle and sweet, wasn’t feeling very well lately. She would often get tired and need to rest during the day. That’s when Super Brother BiBi stepped in.
Each morning, BiBi would wake up early and help LaLa get dressed. He knew her favorite pink dress and how to tie her shoelaces just right. Then he would prepare a simple breakfast—toast with jam and a glass of milk—and make sure Mom had her medicine. If LaLa threw a tantrum, BiBi would gently calm her down, making silly faces until she giggled again.
After school, instead of playing with friends, BiBi rushed home to check on Mom and LaLa. He helped clean up, washed the dishes, and even learned how to cook rice and eggs. On weekends, he would read picture books to LaLa and bring warm tea to Mom’s bedside.
Everyone in the neighborhood noticed BiBi’s strength—not in muscles, but in heart. He was always smiling, even when he was tired. When asked if it was hard, he would just say, “I love my mom and LaLa. Taking care of them makes me happy.”
One day, Mom said with tears in her eyes, “BiBi, you are our superhero.” And LaLa shouted, “Super Brother BiBi saves the day!”
BiBi didn’t need a cape. His love, courage, and kindness were his powers. And with those, he could handle anything.
