The sky was dark, and soft raindrops began to fall, tapping gently on the rooftop. Lala sat by the window, her cheek resting against the glass as she watched the rain blur the view outside. The gentle sound of water hitting the leaves brought back a flood of memories — ones that made her heart ache.
She remembered those rainy days with Mom — how they used to run barefoot through puddles, laughing as the water splashed around them. Mom would hold Lala’s tiny hand tightly, twirling her in circles with her favorite pink raincoat flapping in the wind. They would return home soaked, only to dry off with warm towels and sit together sipping hot cocoa by the fire.
“Rainy days were our favorite,” Lala whispered to herself, a tear slipping down her cheek. “They felt like secret adventures, just me and Mom.”
Now, without Mom by her side, the rain felt different — quieter, colder, lonelier. Lala wrapped her arms around her knees, trying to hold onto the warmth of those memories. The laughter, the smell of wet earth, Mom’s gentle voice — all danced around in her heart like ghosts of happier times.
CEO Kien, noticing her silence, quietly sat beside her. “You miss her, don’t you?” he asked gently.
Lala nodded without speaking. Kien placed an arm around her shoulder. “She’s still with you, Lala — in every memory, every smile, and especially in the rain.”
That comfort helped ease the ache. Lala leaned against him, watching the raindrops trail down the window like tiny rivers of remembrance. Though her heart felt heavy, she also felt grateful — because even in the sadness, the love still remained. And love, she knew, never washes away.
