Zia and Zuzu sit cross-legged on the carpet, gazing curiously at the money their mother has placed before them.
Mother smiles warmly, her gentle eyes full of trust.
"Here is some money for you, children. Use it wisely."
Zia and Zuzu lean closer, inspecting each bill and coin with thoughtful expressions.
Zia sits on the edge of her bed, pondering the money in her hand.
"I already have my toys, books, and pencils," she muses softly, glancing around at her belongings.
With careful hands, she opens her piggy bank—painted a cheerful pink—and drops the money inside. A gentle clink echoes, and Zia feels a wave of happiness and peace.
Zuzu stands at the counter, his eyes wide with excitement as he surveys the array of items.
"I already have everything, but I want to buy more things," he thinks, his fingers tracing over the coins.
He picks out several small, shiny objects—stickers, erasers, a plastic whistle—and hands over his money. The thrill fades as he leaves the shop with a full bag but empty pockets.
Zuzu[/@ch_1] sits in his bedroom, searching through his school bag and jacket pockets. The room feels a little emptier, the silence heavier.]
Zuzu frowns, realizing he has no money left for a new pencil he needs for school.
Zia, meanwhile, opens her piggy bank and counts out enough coins for her own pencil, her face serene.
She walks to the shop, buys a pencil, and returns with a satisfied smile.
Zuzu[/@ch_1] watches Zia sharpen her new pencil. The air is thoughtful, tinged with regret and curiosity.]
"How did you get money?" Zuzu asks, his voice tinged with wonder.
"I saved my money because I did not need to buy anything earlier," replied Zia, her words gentle but confident.
Zuzu sits quietly, absorbing the lesson, his gaze lingering on the piggy bank.
Mother[/@ch_3] gathers both children by her side, her tone soft yet firm.]
"When we already have everything, it is better to save money," she explains, her hands resting reassuringly on their shoulders.
"We should spend money only when we really need something."
Zuzu listens closely, nodding as understanding dawns on his face.
Zuzu[/@ch_1] stands by his desk, holding a bright blue piggy bank in his hands.]
With newfound determination, he places his coins inside and smiles at Zia, who beams with pride.
Both children sit together, knowing that saving is not just wise—it is a habit that brings peace and security.
