Lala was always a curious little one, full of energy and mischief. On this particular afternoon, she spotted the front door left slightly open. The fresh scent of flowers and the sound of children laughing at the park nearby pulled her in like a magnet. Without thinking twice, Lala slipped out, her tiny feet pattering down the path.
The world outside was so exciting—bright butterflies fluttered past, and the park was alive with movement. Lala chased after the sights and sounds, exploring bushes, benches, and playground corners. But as time passed, she realized something important: she didn’t know the way back home. The familiar scents were gone, and all she could see were strangers.
Back at home, Mom noticed the house was too quiet. “Lala?” she called, checking every corner. Panic began to set in when she realized the front door had been left ajar. Her heart raced as she hurried outside, calling her little one’s name. The thought of Lala alone and scared brought tears to her eyes.
Meanwhile, Lala sat under a tree at the park, her adventurous spirit fading into worry. She let out a soft whimper, looking around for a familiar face. Just then, a kind passerby noticed the worried little figure and gently approached. Seeing Lala’s anxious eyes, they stayed nearby until they heard the sound of hurried footsteps calling, “Lala!”
Mom rushed into the park, her eyes scanning every corner until she spotted her. Relief washed over her like a wave as she ran to scoop Lala into her arms. “Oh, my baby! Don’t ever scare me like that again,” she whispered, hugging her tightly. Lala clung to her, comforted by the warmth and safety of home in Mom’s embrace.
That night, back in the comfort of her bed, Lala snuggled close to Mom, finally calm. The adventure had been exciting at first, but she learned that the best place in the world was right where she belonged—safe, loved, and by her mother’s side.
