Thabo wakes up to the gentle voice of his mother, her hands already busy preparing porridge over a crackling fire. He watches her, admiring the way she hums an old lullaby as she works, her movements graceful and purposeful.
"Mama, why do we always wake up so early?"
His mother smiles, ladling porridge into a bowl. "Early mornings teach us discipline, Thabo. If you start your day right, the rest will follow."
Thabo walks beside his father, carrying a small basket of vegetables for elders in the village. "Always respect your elders, son," his father says gently, nodding to an old man resting beneath a tree.
Thabo bows his head politely, feeling proud when the elder smiles in return. "Good manners will take you far, my boy," his father adds, squeezing Thabo's shoulder.
Thabo sits cross-legged, listening intently as his grandmother recounts tales of respect and kindness. Her voice is soft but firm, and every child hangs on her words.
"A child who listens grows into a person others trust," she says, her eyes twinkling. Thabo nods, understanding that these lessons are as important as the crops they plant.
Thabo[/@ch_1] to skip chores and play by the river. The cool water sparkles, laughter echoing, but the memory of his parents’ teachings lingers.]
"Come on, Thabo, just for a little while," one boy urges, tossing a pebble into the stream.
Thabo pauses, then shakes his head. "I promised Mama I’d help with the goats. Maybe after," he replies, earning a mix of groans and admiration. He walks away, feeling the weight—and pride—of his decision.
Thabo helps serve food to elders and children, earning smiles and praise for his respectful behavior. His parents watch with quiet satisfaction, knowing their guidance has shaped him.
"You have made us proud, Thabo. Good choices bring good fortune," his father whispers, squeezing his hand.
Thabo sits near his younger sister, gently correcting her manners and sharing the lessons he’s learned. His mother and father exchange knowing glances, grateful for the seeds of wisdom planted and nurtured.
"Our children are our legacy," his mother says quietly, her eyes reflecting the firelight. In the hush of the night, Thabo knows that listening and good behavior have shaped not just his path, but the future of his village.
