Lala’s big round eyes sparkled brighter than ever that evening. Mom had surprised her with something she never expected—a beautiful new blanket stitched with tiny stars and moons across it. The moment Mom placed it in her hands, Lala squealed with delight, hugging the soft fabric tightly against her cheek. “It’s just for you, my little one,” Mom whispered, smiling warmly.
All night long, Lala couldn’t stop touching the blanket, running her fingers over the threads that shimmered faintly in the light. To her, it wasn’t just a blanket—it was proof of her mother’s love, carefully chosen and given with so much care. Every corner felt like a secret hug from Mom, wrapping her in comfort.
When bedtime came, Lala snuggled under the gift, expecting to drift into dreamland right away. But instead, her excitement bubbled up inside her like a fizzy drink she couldn’t keep still. She rolled from one side to the other, giggling quietly to herself. “I’m too happy to sleep!” she thought, peeking at Mom from under the covers.
Mom, noticing her restless energy, laughed softly and sat on the edge of the bed. She stroked Lala’s hair and said, “Gifts are meant to bring joy, but the sweetest gift of all is good rest. Tomorrow you’ll enjoy it even more.”
Lala nodded, but her heart still raced. She imagined adventures under the starry blanket—floating to the moon, chasing comets, and wrapping the whole sky in its warmth. Her imagination kept her awake far longer than usual, but she didn’t mind.
Eventually, exhaustion caught up with her. With one last sleepy smile, she curled into the blanket and whispered, “Thank you, Mom.” Soon, her dreams carried her exactly where she wanted to go—into the magical world her mother’s gift had inspired.
That night, Mom peeked in one last time, smiling at her sleeping child. The blanket had done more than keep Lala warm—it had filled her heart with happiness too big to contain.
