“Dinner’s ready, Bibi,” his adoptive mother called softly. She knew how much Bibi missed his dad and tried her best to cheer him up.
His mother smiled, bending down to meet his hug. “Hello, my little Bibi! I brought something special for you,” she said, patting his head.
One afternoon, while sitting by the window, Bibi sighed deeply as he clutched Dad’s old scarf. “I miss him so much,” he said, tears welling up in his eyes. “When will he come back?”
“I’m so hungry,” Bibi muttered, rubbing his belly. He decided to take matters into his own hands and find something to eat.
Dad grabbed the hairdryer and turned it on low. Bibi closed his eyes, enjoying the warm air as Dad dried his fur. “This feels so nice, Dad,” Bibi said with a contented sigh.
He began his morning routine by brushing his teeth with his favorite banana-flavored toothpaste. “Clean teeth, happy smile!” Bibi said to himself as he admired his sparkling grin in the mirror.
“Dad!” Bibi exclaimed, his eyes wide. “What happened to your beard?”
“Dad? Where are you?” Bibi called out, his little voice shaky with worry.
“I’ll just take a tiny bite,” Bibi thought, tiptoeing closer.
“Here you go, Bibi,” Dad said, placing a colorful bowl of sliced bananas, apples, and berries in front of him.
“Bibi, want to help me steam the pumpkins?” Dad asked, smiling.