The morning sun shone through the curtains, painting soft golden stripes across the dining room. The air was filled with the warm, inviting aroma of freshly baked bread, ripe tropical fruits, and just a hint of roasted coffee. Lala, still rubbing her sleepy eyes, skipped her way toward the breakfast table. She knew today’s breakfast was not just any breakfast—it was special because she was going to share it with Ceo Kien.
Ceo Kien was more than just a successful businessman to Lala. To her, he was a big brother figure, a mentor, and a source of kindness and encouragement. No matter how busy he was, he always made time for her, especially when it came to meals. He often told her, “Breakfast is not only for the body, but also for the heart. We must start the day with love.”
When Lala reached the table, her eyes widened in amazement. The table looked like a painting brought to life. There were bowls of strawberries, blueberries, and sliced mangoes arranged in rainbow patterns. A basket of warm croissants sat in the middle, their golden crusts shining like little suns. On the side, there were fluffy scrambled eggs, avocado toast sprinkled with sesame seeds, and glasses of fresh orange juice.
“Wow!” Lala gasped, her face lighting up. “It’s so colorful, just like a garden!”
Ceo Kien, already seated with a gentle smile, chuckled softly. “That’s exactly what I wanted, Lala. A breakfast full of colors, so your heart feels happy before the day even begins.”
He reached forward and gently placed a strawberry onto her plate. “Each color gives us energy, and each bite is a reminder of love.”
Lala climbed onto her chair, her little legs swinging beneath the table. She picked up a piece of toast spread with avocado and took a big bite. Her cheeks puffed out as she chewed, and she giggled, covering her mouth with her small hand.
“Kien, this is so yummy! The green avocado is soft, and the toast is crunchy!”
He smiled, watching her eat with such joy. “That’s the beauty of life, Lala. Even simple things like bread and fruit can become special when we enjoy them with someone we care about.”
The breakfast continued with laughter and playfulness. Lala dipped blueberries into her yogurt, pretending they were tiny boats sailing across a white sea. Ceo Kien joined her game, making little “splash” sounds whenever she dropped one into the bowl.
Between bites, he shared gentle stories. He told her about his childhood mornings in the countryside, where his grandmother used to serve rice porridge with pickled vegetables. “We didn’t have so many colorful dishes back then,” he said warmly, “but the love my grandmother put into cooking made every bowl shine brighter than gold.”
Lala listened with wide eyes. “So… love is the secret ingredient?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Love makes every meal special.”
After finishing her croissant, Lala leaned back in her chair, patting her belly. “I think I’m full of both food and love now!” she giggled.
Ceo Kien laughed softly. “That’s the best way to start the day.” He handed her a glass of milk, and as she sipped, he watched her with quiet pride. He admired how innocent and joyful she was, reminding him of the pure reasons why people work hard—not just for success, but for moments like this, filled with laughter, connection, and care.
The breakfast wasn’t just about eating; it became a gentle lesson in gratitude. Lala, curious as ever, asked why the fruits had to be so many colors. Ceo Kien explained patiently, “Each fruit has its own gift. Red gives us strength, yellow gives us energy, green gives us balance, and blue helps our minds stay calm.”
She nodded seriously, though a blueberry stain on her lips made her look anything but serious. “So if I eat all the colors,” she declared, “I’ll be super strong, super smart, and super happy!”
He chuckled again. “Exactly, Lala. And don’t forget—sharing the colors makes the love even brighter.”
At the end of the meal, Lala insisted on helping to clear the table. Though the plates were almost too big for her little hands, Ceo Kien guided her gently. She hummed a cheerful tune as she worked, showing that even simple chores could be fun when done together.
When the last dish was placed in the sink, Lala looked up at Ceo Kien and said softly, “Thank you for making breakfast with me. It was the best morning ever.”
He knelt down to her level, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. “Thank you too, Lala. You remind me that life’s real treasure isn’t in big things—it’s in small, loving moments like this.”
The two shared a warm hug, and in that embrace, the colorful breakfast became more than just food. It became a memory etched into their hearts, a reminder that love can make even the simplest meals shine with magic.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, they stepped out into the day, their hearts light and joyful. Lala skipped beside Ceo Kien, humming happily, while he walked with a calm smile, grateful for the little girl who made his world brighter.
And so, the story of their colorful breakfast was not just about flavors or colors, but about the love that turned an ordinary morning into an extraordinary one.
