The sun had barely risen, and the house was still wrapped in silence when little Lala popped out of bed with her usual morning energy. Her tummy growled loudly—she was hungry! But when she tiptoed into her mom’s room, she found Mom still fast asleep, wrapped snugly in her blanket.
“Mom! Wake up!” Lala whispered first, shaking her gently. No response. She tried again, this time tugging on the blanket. “Mom, I’m hungry! Breakfast, please!” But Mom only turned to the other side, half-smiling in her dreams.
Not one to give up easily, Lala came up with new strategies. First, she climbed onto the bed and poked Mom’s cheeks with her tiny fingers. When that didn’t work, she placed her favorite stuffed toy right on Mom’s face, giggling as it tumbled down. Still, Mom pretended to sleep.
Determined, Lala tried a louder approach. She ran to the kitchen, dragged a spoon and a pot, and started drumming like it was a morning concert. Bang, bang, bang! The noise echoed through the house until finally, Mom sat up, eyes half-open.
“Lala!” Mom exclaimed, rubbing her eyes. “Why are you making such a racket so early?”
With the most serious expression, Lala crossed her arms and said, “Because I’m hungry, Mom. We need breakfast!”
Mom couldn’t help but laugh at her daughter’s persistence. “Alright, alright, I surrender! Let’s go make something together.”
Hand in hand, they headed to the kitchen. Lala proudly helped crack eggs into the pan (with a few messy shells, of course) and stirred the milk for hot chocolate. Soon, the house was filled with the warm smell of toast and eggs.
As they sat down to eat, Mom looked at Lala and said, “You’re my little alarm clock, aren’t you?” Lala grinned from ear to ear, munching happily, mission accomplished.
That morning, breakfast wasn’t just a meal—it was a memory of determination, laughter, and the sweetest way a child could say, “I love you, Mom.”
