Lala was a little bundle of energy, always running around, laughing, and—most of all—curious about everything that Mom did. From cooking in the kitchen to gardening in the backyard, Lala never missed a chance to observe and sometimes even copy Mom’s movements. But one sunny afternoon, Lala discovered something new.
Mom was getting ready to go out. She wore a soft dress, packed a small bag, and hummed a cheerful tune as she slipped on her sandals. That was enough to spark Lala’s curiosity.
“Mom, where are you going?” Lala asked, her big eyes blinking with excitement.
Mom smiled and patted Lala’s head. “I’m going to the spa, sweetheart. I need some time to relax, wash my hair, and take care of my skin.”
The word spa sounded so mysterious to Lala. She had never been inside one before. Was it like a bathroom? Was it like a playground? Did people really wash their hair there? Questions tumbled in her little mind.
Without waiting for permission, Lala decided to follow Mom. She tiptoed behind her, hiding behind bushes and lamp posts like a tiny detective. Each step Mom took, Lala mimicked, her giggles barely held in.
When Mom reached the spa, Lala gasped softly. The place was beautiful—tall glass doors, golden lights glowing warmly, and the soft scent of flowers drifting out. It didn’t look like a place for just washing hair. It looked magical.
Mom entered, greeted warmly by the staff, and Lala carefully sneaked in after her. She crouched behind a potted plant, peeking out like a little spy.
Inside, the spa was quiet and peaceful. Soft music played, water trickled gently from a fountain, and everyone spoke in calm voices. Lala’s heart raced. She felt like she had entered another world.
Mom sat in a comfy chair while a kind spa lady wrapped a towel around her shoulders. Lala’s eyes widened. “Is this how the magic begins?” she whispered to herself.
The skincare routine started first. The spa lady gently cleansed Mom’s face, wiping away the dust and makeup. To Lala, it looked like painting, but in reverse—removing colors instead of adding them.
“Wow…” Lala whispered. “Mom’s face is shining!”
She shifted her position to get a closer look but accidentally knocked over a small magazine. Thud! The sound echoed louder than she wanted. Lala froze, holding her breath. Luckily, no one noticed. She grinned to herself and crawled closer.
Now came the steaming step. The spa lady brought a small steamer that released a soft mist onto Mom’s face. Lala’s jaw dropped. “Mom is turning into a cloud!” she thought, her imagination running wild. She almost wanted to jump in and feel the mist herself.
The spa lady then massaged Mom’s face with cream. To Lala, it looked like sculpting clay, shaping and smoothing carefully. Mom looked so peaceful, eyes closed, smiling faintly.
Lala tilted her head. “So this is why Mom’s skin feels soft when I hug her.”
Just when she thought the show was over, another surprise began. Mom moved to the hair-wash station, and Lala nearly squealed in excitement.
Mom lay back in a reclining chair, her head resting in a sink. The spa lady turned on the water, and warm streams flowed through Mom’s hair. The sound was like a gentle waterfall.
“Mom is in a mini-river!” Lala whispered, giggling behind her hand.
The shampoo bubbled up, white foam covering Mom’s hair. To Lala, it looked like a snowstorm. She imagined Mom wearing a hat made of clouds. The spa lady massaged Mom’s scalp in circles, and Mom let out a small sigh of relaxation.
“Ahh, that looks so nice,” Lala said softly, leaning closer until her nose almost touched the chair.
But Lala wasn’t the only one curious. A staff member spotted the little head peeking from behind a chair. “Oh! Who is this sweet girl?” the lady said kindly.
Lala gasped. Her cover was blown! She stood up quickly, cheeks red. “I… I was just… watching Mom get beautiful!”
Everyone laughed gently, and Mom opened her eyes in surprise. “Lala! You followed me here?”
Lala nodded, fidgeting with her fingers. “I wanted to see what a spa is… and now I know it’s magic!”
Instead of scolding her, Mom laughed warmly. “Well, since you’re already here, would you like to try something small too?”
Lala’s eyes sparkled. “Me? At the spa?”
The staff exchanged smiles and invited Lala to sit in a little chair. They brought out a small bowl of warm water to soak her tiny hands. Bubbles floated up, and Lala giggled. Then, one of the ladies dabbed a gentle lotion on her cheeks, making her skin soft and smooth.
“This is amazing!” Lala squealed. “I’m just like Mom!”
Mom chuckled as her hair was rinsed and dried. “Now you see, sweetheart, the spa isn’t scary or mysterious. It’s a place to relax and take care of yourself.”
“But Mom,” Lala said seriously, “does it mean if I come here, I’ll glow like you?”
Mom kissed her forehead. “You already glow, my curious little one.”
After Mom’s hair was brushed and styled, she looked radiant, refreshed, and happy. Lala held her hand proudly as they left the spa together. The staff waved goodbye, still smiling at the unexpected little visitor.
On the way home, Lala skipped beside Mom. “Today was the best adventure ever. I’m going to tell everyone that Mom turned into a cloud, washed her hair in a mini-river, and wore a snow hat made of bubbles!”
Mom laughed until her cheeks hurt. “Only you could describe a spa that way, Lala.”
That night, Lala tucked herself into bed, still buzzing with excitement. She whispered, “When I grow up, I’ll go to the spa with Mom, and we’ll both glow together.”
And with that sweet thought, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of misty clouds, foamy rivers, and magical bubbles.
