The afternoon was peaceful as Lala sat by the window, holding her favorite storybook. It was full of colorful pictures, fairy tales, and magical adventures she loved to read again and again. She carefully turned each page, humming softly to herself.
But just then, Bon, the playful little one, came bouncing into the room. Curious, he tugged at the storybook in Lala’s hands. “Bon, wait!” Lala said, trying to hold on. But Bon pulled harder, giggling, and with a sudden ripppp, a page tore right down the middle.
Lala’s eyes widened. She gasped, staring at the torn page of her beloved book. “Oh no! My storybook!” she cried. Her cheeks turned red with anger, and tears welled up in her eyes. Hugging the book tightly, she looked at Bon. “Why did you do that? This is my favorite!”
Bon froze, suddenly realizing he had done something wrong. The smile faded from his face, and he looked down at the floor.
Mom hurried over after hearing the noise. She saw Lala clutching the torn book and Bon standing guiltily nearby. Kneeling down, Mom gently wiped Lala’s tears. “Sweetheart, I know you’re sad. Books are very precious. But Bon didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
Lala sniffled, still upset. “But it’s broken…” she whispered.
Mom smiled softly. “We can fix it together.” She brought out tape and carefully patched the torn page. It wasn’t perfect, but the storybook was whole again.
Bon shyly came closer and whispered, “Sorry, Lala.”
Lala sighed, still a little sad, but hugged Bon. “Please don’t tear my books again.”
That evening, the three of them sat together, reading the story aloud. Though the page had a scar, the story was even more special—because it taught Lala and Bon the value of sharing and forgiveness.
