Narratives focusing on family dynamics, sibling bonds, and the love shared at home.
In the lively heart of George Town, Penang, a bustling food court becomes the backdrop for an extraordinary journey of connection as children from diverse cultural backgrounds—Malay, Chinese, Indian, Korean, and more—come together over shared meals and discover the joy of friendship. Through the universal language of food, characters like Eddy, Anna, Lily, Emma, Bell, and Vivian exchange not only...
“Look out!” yelled Eddy. He fell right into a pile of leaves. His sister, Anna, laughed. She pointed a stick at his head. “You almost missed it, Captain Clumsy!” she said. Anna held up an old, wrinkly paper. It was not a drawing of their yard. This was special. Blue lines on the paper seemed to move. They glowed and wiggled. “It’s a treasure map, Eddy!” she whispered. Her eyes were big. “I found...
The sun peeked through the dusty window of Mr. Huang’s quirky little shop, casting playful shadows over jars of vibrant pickles lining the shelves. In the corner, Mr. Huang, a cheerful elder with a wild tuft of hair that looked like it had a life of its own, adjusted his spectacles with a thoughtful frown.
The air hung thick and sweet, like overripe mangoes. Amara wiped sweat from her brow, her hand leaving a muddy streak. The midday sun beat down on the dusty village of Dhulibari, baking the terracotta earth a harsh orange. She was twelve, all elbows and knees, with eyes that mirrored the deep, ancient well she was staring into.
In a small town, there was a playground that used to be filled with laughter. Children played on the swings, slid down the slides, and ran around the grassy field. But one day, everything changed.
The old woman, Mei, sat on her porch swing. It creaked gently, matching the soft tinkling of the wind chimes made from sea glass—little pieces collected over many years. Each piece held a memory, a whisper of the ocean.
The air hung thick and sweet with the scent of honeysuckle. Cicadas buzzed their rhythmic song, a lullaby to the setting sun. On the porch of their grandmother's wooden house, Jiejie traced patterns on the dusty floorboards. Beside her, Didi fidgeted, his small hands clutching a well-worn, bamboo cricket cage.
The air buzzed with excitement, a mixture of cotton candy sweetness and the whirring of tiny robots. Colorful balloons bobbed against the bright blue sky, shaped like cartoon characters and computer mice. Streamers, printed with lines of code, fluttered from every booth. This was the Coding Carnival, a place where learning to code felt like playing the best game ever.
In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills, a mysterious legend fluttered through the air like the soft petals of spring blossoms. It was said that once every year, when the sun kissed the earth just right, the Rainbow Festival would illuminate the sky and drench the village in hues brighter than any painter’s palette. The villagers believed that if one could capture the rhythm of the...
One twinkling night, when the moon hung low and round, Eddy and his sister JieJi lay wide awake in their cozy beds. The walls of their room were painted with stars that glimmered softly in the dark, creating a magical atmosphere that seemed to hum with possibilities. “Eddy,” JieJi whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “Do you think we could ever visit the stars?” Eddy’s eyes sparkled with...
