One bright morning, Lala bounced into the living room holding her brand-new water bottle. It was shiny, colorful, and decorated with little flowers. She hugged it tightly like it was a treasure. “Dad! Dad!” she called, running to him with sparkling eyes. “Can you make orange juice for me? I want to drink it in my new bottle!”
Dad chuckled at her excitement. “Orange juice? Of course, little one. But only if you promise to drink it slowly and not spill.”
Lala nodded eagerly, her tail swishing with joy. She followed Dad into the kitchen and watched closely as he carefully picked out the ripest oranges from the fruit basket. The sweet citrus smell filled the air as Dad sliced them open, and Lala’s mouth began to water.
“Can I help squeeze?” she asked, standing on tiptoe. Dad smiled and lifted her up so she could press the oranges on the juicer. Juice splashed into the glass, and Lala giggled, clapping her hands. “It smells so fresh!”
After filtering the juice to make it smooth, Dad poured the golden drink into Lala’s favorite water bottle. He screwed on the lid tightly and handed it to her like a special gift.
Lala hugged the bottle, took a big sip, and sighed happily. “Mmm! This is the best juice ever, Dad!”
Seeing her so delighted, Dad patted her head and laughed. “It’s not just the bottle that makes it special, Lala—it’s sharing the moment together.”
With her new bottle full of fresh juice, Lala proudly carried it everywhere that day, sipping little by little. For her, it wasn’t just orange juice—it was a symbol of love and care from Dad.
