It all started on a perfectly peaceful morning—until it wasn’t. Lala was just finishing her breakfast when a loud bang-bang-bang exploded through the walls. She froze, spoon midair, eyes wide. From next door came the familiar chaos: drilling, shouting, music blasting at full volume, and something that sounded suspiciously like a metal chair being dragged across the floor again and again.
Mom tried to stay calm. She closed the windows. She turned on soft music. She even smiled and said, “It’s fine, they’ll stop soon.” But the noise didn’t stop. It grew louder. Stronger. More dramatic. By noon, Lala was covering her ears and pacing the room like a tiny storm cloud, while Mom’s patience slowly disappeared.
Then came the final straw: an ear-splitting screech that made the cups on the table rattle. Lala jumped, Mom sighed deeply, and they exchanged a look that said everything.
“That’s it,” Mom declared. “We’re running away.”
Lala’s eyes sparkled. “For real?!”
Within minutes, they packed a small bag—snacks, water, and Lala’s favorite toy. Lala proudly carried it like a brave explorer. They tiptoed out the door as if escaping a secret mission, even though the neighbors were far too noisy to notice.
Outside, the world felt instantly calmer. The breeze was gentle, the sky was wide, and most importantly—no drilling. Lala laughed for the first time that day, spinning around on the sidewalk. Mom relaxed too, realizing how tense she’d been.
They ended up at a quiet park, sitting under a tree. Lala munched happily, Mom leaned back, and both of them enjoyed the peaceful silence they’d been craving.
In the end, they didn’t really run away forever. But that little escape reminded them of something important: sometimes, when the world gets too loud, it’s okay to step away, breathe, and find your own quiet corner—together. 💛
