As the sun slowly dipped behind the trees, the house grew quiet and warm, wrapped in the soft glow of evening. In the small kitchen, Mom prepared dinner while Lala sat nearby, swinging her legs and watching every move with curious eyes. There were no fancy dishes on the menu that night—just a simple, healthy meal made with care and love.
Mom washed fresh vegetables, their crisp colors bright against the cutting board. Lala leaned closer, fascinated by the gentle chopping sounds. She loved moments like this, when everything felt calm and safe. Mom smiled and handed Lala a small carrot piece, reminding her to wash her hands first. Lala nodded seriously, feeling proud to help, even in the smallest way.
The rice steamed softly on the stove while a light soup simmered, filling the room with a comforting aroma. There was grilled tofu, lightly seasoned, and a small plate of greens picked earlier that afternoon. It wasn’t a big dinner, but it was nourishing, just what Mom always said the body and heart needed.
When they finally sat down at the table, Lala clasped her hands together excitedly. Mom gently reminded her to eat slowly and be thankful. Lala looked at her mother’s tired but kind face and felt a warm happiness bloom inside her chest. Every bite tasted better because Mom was sitting right there with her.
They talked about little things—what Lala learned during the day, a funny bird Mom saw outside, and plans for tomorrow. Lala giggled when a grain of rice stuck to Mom’s finger, and Mom laughed too, the sound soft and genuine.
As the plates slowly emptied, Lala felt full, not just in her stomach, but in her heart. She leaned her head against Mom’s shoulder, feeling safe and loved. Mom wrapped an arm around her, gently brushing Lala’s hair.
That simple, healthy dinner didn’t come with candles or special decorations, but it was filled with something far more important—care, warmth, and love. For Lala, those quiet moments with Mom were the most delicious part of all.
