After a long day, the golden light of sunset gently filled the small kitchen, bringing with it the comforting aroma of home-cooked food. Mom had been busy at the stove, preparing Lala’s favorite dishes, while her sister helped set the table with care.
Lala ran into the room, her face lighting up the moment she saw the delicious spread before her. The clinking of chopsticks, the soft laughter, and the gentle hum of conversation filled the air — a simple scene, yet it held so much warmth.
Mom placed a piece of tender meat into Lala’s bowl, smiling as she said, “Eat more, my little one. You’ve been working hard today.” Lala grinned and quickly offered a piece to her sister in return. “You too! You helped Mom so much today.” Their giggles made Mom’s heart swell.
The dinner wasn’t fancy — just rice, stir-fried vegetables, and a fragrant soup — but every bite was seasoned with love. They shared stories from their day: Lala’s funny encounter at the market, her sister’s little triumph at work, and Mom’s gentle reminders about taking care of their health.
Between bites, Lala leaned against Mom’s shoulder, feeling the steady heartbeat that had comforted her since childhood. Her sister poured tea for everyone, her movements soft and caring. The three of them didn’t need many words; the love was there in every glance, every small gesture.
As the night deepened, they stayed at the table a little longer, not wanting the moment to end. For Lala, this dinner wasn’t just a meal — it was a reminder that family is the warmest place in the world
