Deep in the jungle, two baby monkeys, Garina and Jessy, swung through the trees, their tiny hands gripping the vines tightly. They had been together since birth—siblings, best friends, and, at times, the worst of enemies.
One morning, as they played near a riverbank, they found a ripe mango hanging from a low branch. Their eyes lit up with excitement.
“I saw it first!” Garina declared, reaching for the mango.
“No, I did!” Jessy argued, shoving her aside.
The two wrestled, tumbling onto the ground, each determined to claim the prize. Just as Garina finally grabbed it, a sudden rustling in the bushes made them freeze. A large python slithered out, its golden eyes locked onto them.
Fear gripped Jessy. “Garina, run!”
But Garina didn’t move. Instead, she held onto Jessy’s hand and pulled her up. “Together!” she whispered.
They scrambled up a tree, their hearts pounding as the snake coiled below, waiting for them to slip. Their earlier fight forgotten, they clung to each other, shaking.
After what felt like forever, the python lost interest and slithered away. The sisters let out a deep breath.
Jessy looked at the mango still in Garina’s hand and grinned. “You keep it.”
Garina smiled and tore it in half. “We share.”
As they enjoyed the juicy fruit under the golden sun, they knew one thing: No matter how much they argued, they would always need each other in the hardest times.
Because that’s what family does.
