One warm afternoon in the village, little Kendra baby woke up from her nap with a big rumble in her tummy. She rubbed her eyes, stretched her tiny arms, and looked around with one thing on her mind—mango! “Mama,” she said with a pout, “Kendra hungry. Kendra want mango fruit!” Her mama laughed softly and picked her up. “Let’s go find you the juiciest mango,” she said, carrying Kendra out into the sunny garden. Kendra’s eyes sparkled as she spotted the tall mango tree in the corner. Bright yellow-orange fruits hung from the branches like golden treasures. She kicked her feet with excitement. “Mango! Mango!” Papa was already there, reaching up high with a long stick to knock down the ripest ones. A few mangoes thumped softly on the grass, and Kendra clapped her hands with joy. She waddled over to the nearest one, picked it up with both hands, and gave it a sniff. “Mmmm!” she said, grinning from ear to ear. Mama peeled it for her, and juice dripped down her fingers as she took a big, happy bite. Sweet and soft—just the way she liked it! Kendra hummed with delight, her cheeks sticky and her belly slowly filling up. More mangoes were placed in a basket nearby for later, but for now, Kendra sat under the shade of the tree, mango in hand, completely content. A butterfly fluttered by, and a bird chirped from above, but Kendra was too busy munching to notice. Her hunger faded, her tummy full of sunshine and fruit. She leaned against Mama with a sleepy smile. “Kendra not hungry now,” she mumbled. And just like that, with mango dreams on her mind, Kendra dozed off again—happy, full, and sweet as the fruit she loved.
