Lala had recently received a brand-new water bottle, one that quickly became her absolute favorite. It wasn’t just any bottle—it was bright, shiny, and had a little design that made her smile every time she looked at it. She carried it everywhere, proudly showing it off as if it were a treasure. But having a favorite bottle meant she also wanted her favorite drink inside it, and for Lala, that meant fresh orange juice.
One morning, as Dad was getting ready in the kitchen, Lala tugged gently at his arm. With her sweetest smile and big, hopeful eyes, she asked, “Dad, can you please make orange juice for my new water bottle?” Dad laughed softly, already knowing there was no way he could say no to that face.
He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed a few ripe oranges, and started preparing them. Lala stood on her tiptoes by the counter, watching every move. She listened to the sound of the oranges being sliced, the gentle squeak of the juicer, and the splash of golden juice filling the glass. The kitchen filled with the fresh, citrusy aroma, making her even more excited.
“Is it almost ready, Dad?” she asked, bouncing with anticipation. Dad smiled, pouring the juice carefully into her special bottle. He screwed the lid on tight and handed it to her as if it were a precious gift.
Lala hugged the bottle close, took her first sip, and her face lit up instantly. “Mmm! This is the best orange juice ever!” she said, her voice full of joy. Dad chuckled, knowing that the real magic wasn’t just in the juice—it was in the love and care behind it.
From that day on, making fresh orange juice became a little ritual between them. For Lala, it wasn’t just about the taste; it was about the warmth of sharing something simple and special with her dad. And with her favorite water bottle in hand, every sip felt like happiness poured straight from the heart.
