The night was quiet, but the soft rustling of papers came from the living room. Lala, half-asleep, opened her eyes and noticed that Mom was still awake. She tiptoed out of bed and peeked around the corner. There was Mom, her eyes glued to the books, notes scattered everywhere, and her face looking tired under the dim lamp.
Lala’s little heart tightened. She whispered to herself, “Mom has been studying all night… she looks so tired. I need to help her.”
She hurried into the kitchen, determined to prepare something special. Remembering how Mom always drank coffee when she was busy, Lala decided to make a cup herself. She carefully pulled out the coffee jar and a mug. Standing on her toes, she scooped a little coffee powder, added warm water, and stirred slowly. The aroma filled the air, making her smile with pride. To make it sweeter, she added a spoonful of sugar and a splash of milk, just the way Mom liked it.
Carrying the mug with both hands, Lala walked carefully back to the living room. “Mom,” she said softly, placing the cup on the table, “please drink this. You need energy.”
Mom looked up in surprise, her tired eyes brightening with warmth. “Lala, did you make this for me?”
Lala nodded shyly. “I was worried about you. Coffee will help you, but you also need to rest.”
Mom sipped the coffee and smiled. “It’s perfect. Thank you, my little helper.” She hugged Lala tightly, her exhaustion easing for a moment.
That night, as Mom continued her studies, she felt comforted, knowing her little Lala was always by her side—her sweetest supporter.
