When Mom slowly pulled the scarf from behind her back, Lyly froze. Her tiny mouth opened in surprise, and she scrambled over with excited little squeaks. Mom gently wrapped the scarf around her neck, adjusting it so it fit perfectly. The moment the soft fabric touched her fur, Lyly’s expression softened into pure happiness.
She looked down at her scarf, then up at her mother, and suddenly her heart melted. Without hesitation, Lyly wrapped her arms tightly around Mom’s waist. It was rare for the playful and sometimes mischievous Lyly to hug for so long, but today she held on with all the affection she had.
Mom laughed softly, stroking Lyly’s back as Lyly nuzzled her cheek like a grateful little child. Lyly kept touching the scarf proudly, lifting it up to show Mom how happy she was. Then she gently placed her tiny forehead against Mom’s chest—a gesture she only gave when she felt truly loved.
As the afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, Lyly followed Mom everywhere, refusing to leave her side. She tugged at Mom’s hand, offering little hugs, soft kisses, and cheerful squeaks every few minutes. Mom couldn’t help but giggle at how affectionate her daughter had suddenly become.
Later, Dad walked into the room and chuckled, “Looks like someone loves her new gift.”
Lyly quickly pressed herself against Mom again, patting her chest as if saying, Mom gave it to me… and I love her so much.
The gift was small, but the love it brought out in Lyly was more beautiful than anything her mother could have hoped for.
