It was a quiet afternoon when CUTIS noticed something unusual—Buem was sitting in the corner, unusually silent, his tiny face looking a little gloomy. Normally full of energy and laughter, Buem now seemed lost in his thoughts. CUTIS tilted his head, curious and concerned, before slowly walking over.
“Buem, what’s wrong?” CUTIS asked softly.
Buem sniffled and mumbled, “I miss my favorite treat… Mom hasn’t made it in a long time.”
CUTIS’s eyes widened with determination. He couldn’t bear to see Buem this sad. Without wasting another second, he rushed into the kitchen where Mom was busy preparing dinner.
“Mom! Mom!” CUTIS called out, tugging gently at her sleeve. “Can you please make Buem’s favorite treat? He’s really sad.”
Mom looked down at CUTIS, surprised by his urgency. “Oh? Is he feeling that bad?” she asked.
CUTIS nodded quickly, his expression sincere and pleading. “Yes! He really misses it. Please, Mom… just this once?”
Mom couldn’t help but smile at CUTIS’s adorable persistence. “Alright,” she said warmly. “But you have to help me, okay?”
CUTIS’s face lit up instantly. “Of course!”
Together, they gathered the ingredients. CUTIS tried his best to assist—though he made a bit of a mess along the way, spilling a little flour and sneaking a taste when Mom wasn’t looking. Mom laughed softly, enjoying the moment as much as CUTIS did.
After some time, the delicious smell of Buem’s favorite treat filled the house. CUTIS eagerly carried the plate, carefully walking back to Buem.
“Buem! Look what we made for you!” he said excitedly.
Buem’s eyes sparkled as he looked up. “My favorite… really?”
CUTIS nodded proudly. “Yep! Just for you!”
Buem’s sadness melted away instantly, replaced with pure joy. He took a bite and smiled brighter than ever. “It’s perfect!”
Watching Buem so happy, CUTIS felt a warm sense of pride. Sometimes, the smallest gestures—like asking for a favorite treat—could make the biggest difference.
