Lala Was Taken by Mom to Relax and Enjoy the Fresh Air!

It had been a tiring week for little Lala. Between playing in the backyard, following her big brother Cutis around the farm, and occasionally getting into mischief like climbing up the laundry pole or stealing a banana from the kitchen counter, Lala had truly worn herself out.

Mom noticed that Lala was becoming unusually quiet. She wasn’t bouncing around like her usual self, and she even refused to chase butterflies that morning—a favorite activity of hers. Something was off.

After observing Lala sit alone in a corner of the porch, with her little chin resting on her tiny hand and eyes staring dreamily into the distance, Mom knew it was time for a change of scenery.

“Lala, sweetie,” Mom said gently, scooping her into her arms. “Let’s go out today. Just you and me. Some fresh air will help you feel better.”

Lala looked up with tired eyes but managed a soft smile and a happy squeak. She wrapped her little arms around Mom’s neck, nuzzling close as they got ready for a relaxing adventure.

Mom packed a few things: a small picnic mat, a little basket with snacks (banana slices, a few grapes, and some sweet mango), a soft blanket, and Lala’s favorite stuffed toy, Mr. Elephant. Then, off they went.

Their destination was a quiet hill just outside the village. It wasn’t too far, and it was surrounded by wildflowers, tall trees, and the gentle sounds of birds chirping and wind rustling through the grass. A perfect spot to unwind.

As they arrived, Lala’s eyes widened. She hadn’t been to this place in weeks. The fresh, earthy scent of grass, the fluttering butterflies, and the clear blue sky immediately lifted her mood.

Mom laid out the picnic mat under a big shady tree. Lala was placed gently on the soft blanket, with Mr. Elephant beside her. She looked around with curiosity and a hint of joy returning to her eyes.

“See?” Mom said as she stretched out beside her. “Nature is the best medicine.”

Lala reached out to touch the grass, feeling the cool green blades between her fingers. She giggled when a ladybug crawled onto her hand. Mom watched with a heart full of warmth. Her little one was slowly coming back to her cheerful self.

Then, Mom pulled out a bubble wand from the basket—Lala’s favorite surprise!

“Ready?” she asked, and with one swoosh, bubbles floated into the air.

Lala clapped in delight, trying to catch them. Some popped on her tiny nose, some floated past her ears, and one landed on Mr. Elephant, which made her laugh out loud. That contagious giggle echoed through the quiet field.

After a while, they shared some fruit. Mom fed Lala little slices of mango, wiping the juice from her chin. Birds chirped above them, as if joining the picnic. A squirrel darted past, causing Lala to jump in excitement and try to chase it—though she only made it a few steps before flopping back onto the mat in a fit of laughter.

As the sun climbed higher, the warm breeze continued to blow gently. Lala started to get sleepy. Her eyelids drooped. She cuddled close to Mom, resting her head on her chest.

Mom hummed a lullaby, stroking Lala’s soft fur. “You needed this, my love,” she whispered. “Sometimes, we all need a little break.”

Lala drifted off to sleep, listening to the birdsong and her mom’s heartbeat. Her little chest rose and fell peacefully, and even Mr. Elephant seemed to be dozing next to her.

They stayed there for a while, not needing anything else. No loud toys. No cartoons. Just sky, grass, sunshine, and each other.

When Lala woke up, the sunlight had become golden and soft. The field was bathed in warm hues, and the wind carried the scent of blooming flowers. She stretched her tiny arms and gave a sleepy yawn.

Mom sat up, smiling down at her. “Feel better?” she asked.

Lala gave a happy squeal and nodded. She wasn’t just better. She was refreshed, recharged, and full of energy again.

They took a slow walk before heading back home. Lala rode on Mom’s back, pointing at the birds, the flowers, and even a passing dog that barked from a distance. She had a lot to say again, with animated squeaks and happy gestures.

When they got home, Cutis ran to greet them. “Hey! Where did you two go?”

“We went on a little trip,” Mom replied. “Just some fresh air and sunshine.”

Lala leapt into Cutis’s arms, trying to explain everything that happened, though half of it sounded like baby monkey gibberish. Still, he listened patiently, nodding and grinning.

Later that evening, as the family gathered for dinner, Mom smiled at Lala, who was back to her energetic self—climbing onto chairs, stealing fruit from Cutis’s plate, and making everyone laugh with her antics.

Sometimes, the best cure isn’t medicine or toys or even a nap in your room. Sometimes, it’s just about being held by someone who loves you, breathing in the fresh air, feeling the sunshine on your skin, and laughing at bubbles in the wind.

Lala’s little adventure with Mom became one of her happiest memories. And every time she felt tired or moody after that, she’d tug at Mom’s hand and squeak softly, reminding her of that day.

And Mom? She always knew what that squeak meant. “You want to go out and enjoy the fresh air again, don’t you?”

Lala would nod, and off they’d go—mother and daughter, walking side by side, chasing clouds and collecting memories.

The world may be busy, loud, and full of responsibilities. But in the middle of it all, a quiet day under a tree, surrounded by love and fresh air, can make all the difference.

The End.