It was a bright morning, and Lala woke up excited to get ready for the day. She hummed happily as she opened her wardrobe, already picturing herself in her favorite outfit. That dress had always made her feel cheerful—it was soft, colorful, and filled with memories of fun days spent with her mom. But as she reached for it, her smile slowly faded.
There it was, lying crumpled at the bottom of the closet. Threads dangled loose, and the fabric was ripped in several places. Lala froze, blinking in disbelief. For a moment, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. But no—the dress she loved most was torn.
Confusion rushed through her little heart. How did this happen? she wondered. She hadn’t worn it yesterday, and she was sure she had folded it neatly the last time. Sadness quickly followed, and her eyes grew misty. To Lala, it wasn’t just a piece of clothing. That dress reminded her of special times, like the day at the park when she fed ducks with Mom, or the afternoon when she danced around the living room until everyone laughed.
Holding it close, Lala sat quietly on her bed. She thought maybe the cat had played with it, or perhaps it got caught somewhere. No matter the reason, the sight of it broken made her heart ache.
Her mom soon walked in and noticed Lala’s expression. Kneeling down, she gently touched her shoulder and said, “Sweetheart, I know you’re upset, but we can try to fix it together.” Lala sniffled and nodded slowly.
The promise of repairing it gave her a little hope. Even if the dress couldn’t be made perfect again, Lala realized the love and care shared while fixing it could create new memories. She smiled faintly, learning that sometimes even sadness can lead to something meaningful.
