The house was unusually quiet in the early morning, but little Lala noticed something was different. She had woken up to find the light in the living room still glowing, and there was Mom—surrounded by books, notes, and her laptop, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Mom had stayed up all night studying for her important exams.
Lala tilted her head, her heart immediately filling with worry. She didn’t like seeing Mom look so tired. For Lala, Mom was always the strong one, the one who made meals, gave hugs, and cared for everyone. Now, Lala wanted to return the favor, even in her own small way.
Quietly, she tiptoed into the kitchen, determined to help. She had seen Mom make coffee many times before, so she knew exactly what to do—or at least she thought she did. Standing on her little stool, Lala carefully reached for the coffee jar, spooning the grounds with intense concentration. Some spilled on the counter, but she quickly brushed it away, not wanting Mom to notice her clumsy attempt.
She filled the kettle, waiting patiently for the water to boil. The sound of the bubbling water made her nervous, but also proud—she was doing something grown-up, something important for Mom. When the rich aroma of fresh coffee filled the air, Lala’s face lit up.
Carrying the mug carefully in both hands, she walked into the living room. “Mom,” she whispered softly, “I made you coffee.” Mom looked up in surprise, her tired eyes instantly softening at the sight of her little one standing there with a proud smile.
Tears welled up in Mom’s eyes as she took the cup. It wasn’t just coffee—it was love, care, and the sweetest reminder that she wasn’t alone. Lala climbed onto the couch beside her, resting her head on Mom’s shoulder, as if silently saying, “You’ve got this, and I’m here for you.”
That morning, the coffee may not have been perfect, but the gesture was. It gave Mom the strength to keep going—because nothing fuels the heart more than love. ❤️
