The backyard was finally finished—a fresh green lawn, potted flowers along the fence, and the newest addition: a sleek wooden swing hanging from a sturdy tree branch. It was meant to be Kien’s peaceful spot for morning coffee… but someone else had other plans.
As soon as Lala spotted the swing, her tail started wagging wildly. Her eyes lit up like a child discovering a secret playground.
“Lala, wait—!” CEO Kien called out, still holding his mug, one slipper half-on.
But it was too late.
Lala sprinted across the yard, paws skidding slightly on the grass, and leapt onto the swing’s seat with impressive aim. The swing tilted dangerously for a second, but Lala held her balance, tail wagging proudly as the swing swayed back and forth.
“Lala!” Kien called again, half-laughing, half-exasperated. “That’s not for you!”
She ignored him completely, tongue out, ears perked, swaying back and forth like the queen of the garden. Every time the swing slowed, she gave a playful bounce to keep it going.
Kien walked over, shaking his head with a grin. “You really can’t resist, huh?”
Lala gave him one quick glance—as if to say I know—then turned her head back forward, enjoying the breeze like it was her reward for being the most fearless pup in town.
Eventually, Kien sat on the ground beside her, sipping his coffee. “Fine. You win. Just don’t fall.”
Lala gently leaned over, resting her paw on his knee, and gave him a cheeky little tail wag.
In that moment, the swing, the backyard, the whole morning—it all belonged to her. Mischievous, happy, and full of life, Lala reminded Kien once again: sometimes, joy comes from simply letting go.
