Today was a special day for little Lala. She wanted to do something kind for the people she loved most—Mom and her buddy Bon. So, with determination in her heart and a little apron tied snugly around her waist, Lala decided she was going to grill fish all by herself!
She had watched Mom cook many times before, carefully learning each step. This time, though, she was in charge. First, she picked out the freshest fish from the market, pointing excitedly and saying, “That one!” She helped clean and season it with a mix of garlic, lime, salt, and a dash of chili flakes—just how Mom likes it. Her tiny hands worked carefully, making sure every inch of the fish was flavored just right.
With Mom supervising from a distance, Lala brought the fish to the grill. The sizzle when it hit the heat made her giggle with excitement. She stood on her little step stool, flipping the fish with serious concentration, eyes wide and focused. Smoke danced in the air, and the savory smell of grilled fish began drifting through the yard.
Bon came running at the scent, tail wagging and eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Is that you cooking, Lala?” he barked playfully. Lala nodded proudly, her face glowing with pride. “Just wait, Bon! It’s almost ready!”
When the fish was finally done, golden and crispy on the outside, tender and juicy inside, Lala carefully plated it with steamed rice and sliced cucumbers. She even added a tiny sprig of mint on top—her finishing touch.
Mom took a bite and smiled wide. “Lala, this is amazing!” Bon wagged his tail and gave a happy bark of approval.
Lala beamed with joy. Sharing a homemade meal with the ones she loved made all the hard work worth it. It wasn’t just a grilled fish—it was a gift from the heart.
