Early one morning, Mom gently woke Lala and said, “Today we’re going to the hospital for your check-up.” Lala rubbed her sleepy eyes. “Hospital? Am I sick?” she asked nervously. Mom smiled. “No, sweetheart, it’s just to make sure you’re strong and healthy.”
At the hospital, the air smelled clean and fresh. Nurses in neat uniforms greeted them and handed Lala a small card with her name on it. She clutched it tightly, following Mom into the waiting area.
When it was her turn, a friendly doctor welcomed her with a warm smile. He checked her heartbeat with a stethoscope, peered into her ears and throat, and even measured her height and weight. “You’ve grown taller!” the doctor said, making Lala giggle proudly.
Then the nurse explained they needed to take an X-ray. “It’s like taking a picture of your bones,” she said kindly. Lala’s eyes widened. “Will it hurt?” The nurse shook her head. “Not at all. You just stand very still, like a statue.”
In the X-ray room, the big machine looked a little scary, but Mom held Lala’s hand until she was ready. The technician gently positioned her, and within seconds, it was done—no pain, just a quiet click.
Later, the doctor showed them the results. “Everything looks perfect. You are healthy and strong!” he said. Mom hugged Lala with relief.
On the way home, Mom treated her to a strawberry smoothie for being so brave. Lala slurped happily, proud of herself.
That night, as she cuddled into bed, she whispered to Mom, “The hospital isn’t scary at all.” Mom smiled. “That’s right, Lala. It’s a place that helps us stay healthy.”
