Lala had always been the center of attention in her little family. She was playful, affectionate, and loved the way Mom always spoiled her with cuddles and treats. But lately, something had changed. A new face had entered the house — Bon. He was gentle and sweet, and Mom seemed to have a special glow whenever she looked at him.
Lala noticed every little detail. Mom’s hand lingered a little longer when petting Bon. She smiled more when Bon was around, and somehow, the little treats that once belonged only to Lala were now being shared. To Lala, it felt like her whole world was being stolen.
Her jealousy bubbled over one afternoon. She sat in the corner, watching Mom laugh softly as Bon curled in her lap. Lala’s heart pounded with frustration. Why Bon? Why not me? Without a sound, she darted toward the door, her tiny paws carrying her far from home.
The world outside was big and noisy. Cars zoomed past, dogs barked in the distance, and the smell of unfamiliar places filled the air. At first, Lala thought running away would make her feel better, like she was proving a point. But the further she went, the emptier she felt. The warmth of home, the scent of Mom, even the sound of Bon’s soft meow — she missed it all.
Hours passed, and the sky began to darken. Lala shivered as the cool evening wind swept over her fur. She realized her anger had blinded her to what mattered most. Mom’s love was endless. Even if Bon was special, that didn’t mean Mom loved Lala any less.
Just as her eyes welled with tears, a familiar voice called out in the distance. Mom had been searching everywhere. She scooped Lala into her arms, holding her close. Lala melted into her embrace, purring softly.
From that night on, Lala learned that Mom’s heart had room for both her and Bon. Love wasn’t about competition — it was about sharing. And deep down, Lala knew she would always be Mom’s little girl.
