Hariz and his younger sister, Mira, played with their toys while their Mama cooked in the kitchen. "Mama, can we help you?" asked Mira, peeking into the kitchen.

"Of course," Mama smiled. "We're ready!" Hariz nodded eagerly.

Mama pointed to the small carpet around the dining table. "This is your safe spot.

You can sit here to talk to me, but don’t come near the stove when I’m cooking," she explained. Mira stepped onto the carpet and sat in the chair, giving a thumbs-up.

"We'll stay here, promise!"

Hariz spotted a knife on the table. "Mama, can I help you cut the vegetables?" he asked.

"Thanks for asking, dear," Mama said, "but knives are very sharp. Only adults can use them.

But you can help by washing the vegetables!" "I can do that!" Hariz smiled, rolling up his sleeves.

Mira opened the cupboard under the sink and saw some colorful bottles. "Oooh, what’s this?" Mama gently closed the cupboard.

"Those are cleaning liquids. We keep them locked.

If you see one open, call me — don’t touch it." "Okay," Mira agreed. "Only grown-ups touch those."

Later, they went upstairs to get their coloring books. As they stood at the top of the stairs, Mira grinned.

"Let's race down!" Hariz shook his head. "Racing on the stairs is dangerous, Mira.

We could fall." "Oh… can we at least hold hands?" "Sure," said Hariz. "But let's hold the railing too and walk slowly."

Mama had just finished cooking. The smell of her special nasi goreng filled the house.

"Okay kids, food's ready," she said. "Let's bring it to Grandma's and eat together there." Just then, the front door opened.

It was Abah, holding two bags of fresh fruits. "Abah's back!" said Hariz.

Abah slowed the car. "Sometimes, cats or children run on the road," he explained.

"Yes, we must be careful," nodded Hariz. At the traffic light, the light turned red.

Abah stopped the car. "There are no cars, Abah," said Mira.

"No, Mira," Abah replied. "Red means stop.

We must follow the rules."