After several long days working on the family farm, little Lala was completely worn out. From sunrise to sunset, she had helped Mom and Dad weed the vegetable beds, carry baskets of corn, and chase away the curious ducks that kept nibbling at the seedlings. Even though she loved the farm and all its lively surprises, the past week had been especially tiring. By the time evening arrived, her tiny arms felt like noodles, and her yawns came one after another.
Noticing how exhausted she looked, Mom decided it was time for something special—a relaxing massage just for Lala. When Lala heard the words “special massage,” her eyes widened in excitement. She hopped onto the soft mat, curled up like a little ball, and waited patiently.
Mom warmed her hands and began gently massaging Lala’s shoulders. Instantly, Lala melted into comfort. Her eyes slowly drifted halfway closed, and a tiny smile formed on her face. Mom’s hands moved skillfully down her back, easing every bit of tension she had gathered from lifting corn baskets and chasing runaway chickens.
Lala let out a soft sigh. She didn’t even realize how tired she had been until the massage began. The room grew quieter and cozier, with only the sound of Mom humming a sweet tune and Lala’s breathing becoming softer and slower. Occasionally, she wiggled her toes in satisfaction, especially when Mom gently rubbed her legs, which had been hard at work on the fields all week.
When Mom reached her neck and head, Lala practically melted like warm butter. It felt so good that she didn’t want it to end. Her tiny hands relaxed completely, and she leaned into every touch. For Lala, this wasn’t just a massage—it was a reminder of how loved she was.
By the time Mom finished, Lala felt renewed. Her body felt light again, her energy restored. She rested in Mom’s arms, grateful and calm. With a refreshed spirit, Lala knew she would be ready for another day on the farm—but for now, she simply enjoyed the warmth and affection of her special relaxing massage.
