Some feelings are hard to explain—but Lala knew this one well. It was warm, safe, and soft, like a quiet hug that stayed with her all day.
It was the feeling of being loved.
After a long afternoon nap, Lala stretched gently and walked into the kitchen, where the smell of warm rice and chicken filled the air. CEO Kien was preparing dinner, humming softly, apron tied carelessly around his waist.
He looked down and smiled. “There you are, baby. Just in time.”
He didn’t just give her food. He knelt down, spooned her favorite warm broth into her bowl, and gently blew on it to make sure it wasn’t too hot. Lala sat patiently, eyes shining, heart full.
As she ate, Kien sat beside her on the floor, sipping his tea. No rush. No distractions. Just quiet company.
After dinner, he brushed her fur gently, talking to her the way a parent speaks to a child—with love in every word, even if she didn’t understand the language.
“You know,” he whispered, “your mom would be so proud of you.”
Lala paused, looking up at him. She didn’t need to hear more. She felt it.
In that moment, the house didn’t feel big or empty. It felt full. Full of memories, of quiet care, of gentle gestures that stitched together into something powerful: unconditional love.
Later, as Kien tucked her into bed with her favorite blanket, she curled into a ball and let out a long, happy sigh.
She was full—not just from her meal, but from something deeper.
From the kind of love that never needs words… the kind that says: You are safe. You are cherished. You are home.
