Lala had always been a cheerful and curious little one, but she never expected the surprise that awaited her that sunny afternoon. The day started normally—breakfast with Mom, a short walk around the garden, and some playtime in her favorite corner of the living room. But Mom had been acting a little mysterious, smiling to herself and sneaking glances at Lala as if she were hiding a wonderful secret.
“Lala,” Mom finally called with a gentle excitement in her voice, “come with me. I have something to show you.”
Lala followed eagerly, her little steps quickening as they reached the backyard. And there it was—a brand-new, beautifully decorated little house, just her size! Its wooden walls were painted in warm pastel colors, the windows had tiny curtains, and there was even a miniature porch with a flower box bursting with bright blooms.
Lala’s eyes widened in amazement. She stood still for a moment, almost unable to believe it was real. “Is… is this for me, Mom?” she asked, her voice a mix of shock and delight.
Mom knelt down beside her, smiling warmly. “Yes, sweetheart. This is your own little house. A place to play, read, rest, and make your own adventures.”
Lala slowly stepped inside, her hands brushing the smooth wooden doorway. Inside, she found soft cushions, a tiny bookshelf, and a table where she could draw or have her tea parties. The scent of fresh wood mixed with the faint aroma of lavender sachets Mom had tucked into the corners.
Her heart swelled with joy. “It’s the loveliest house ever!” she exclaimed, spinning around in the middle of the room.
That evening, Lala invited Mom in for a “housewarming party.” They shared cookies, laughed, and imagined all the fun days ahead. To Lala, this wasn’t just a house—it was a gift of love, a safe and special place made just for her.
From that day on, whenever she saw her little house in the garden, she felt a warm glow inside, knowing it was a symbol of how much Mom cared. And every morning, she’d peek out her window to wave at Mom, ready for another happy day.
