Lala had always been a gentle and sensitive little soul. Every sudden sound, unfamiliar movement, or new place made her heart beat faster. Even the soft rustle of leaves in the wind could cause her to freeze in place. Because of this, Mom stayed close, ready to comfort her whenever fear crept in. To Lala, Mom was her safe place, her warm shelter from the world.
One quiet afternoon, Lala followed Mom into the garden. The sunlight was soft, and colorful flowers swayed gently, but Lala’s steps were cautious. When a butterfly suddenly fluttered past her face, she squeaked and quickly hid behind Mom’s leg. Mom knelt down, wrapped her arms around Lala, and whispered calming words. Slowly, Lala peeked out, realizing that the butterfly was harmless and even beautiful.
Later, a distant clap of thunder rolled across the sky. Lala trembled, her eyes wide with fear. Without hesitation, Mom scooped her up and held her close, gently rocking her back and forth. She hummed a familiar tune, and soon Lala’s shaking eased. Nestled in Mom’s arms, Lala felt her heartbeat slow, replaced by a sense of warmth and safety.
Throughout the day, Mom patiently encouraged Lala to take small steps forward. Together, they explored new corners of the house, touched different textures, and listened to unfamiliar sounds. Each tiny success built a bit more confidence. Even when Lala hesitated, Mom never rushed her. She understood that bravery grows slowly, nourished by love and reassurance.
As evening fell, Lala curled up beside Mom, tired but peaceful. The fears that once felt overwhelming had softened, thanks to Mom’s steady presence. In her dreams, Lala imagined herself running freely, no longer afraid, knowing that Mom would always be there if she needed comfort.
Though Lala was still scared of many things, she was never alone. With Mom’s gentle guidance and endless patience, each day became a little brighter, and each step forward, no matter how small, was a victory worth celebrating.
