Love You Forever

In a tiny, charming house with flowers blooming in the front yard, and a big tree that seemed to whisper secrets, lived a warm, little family. There was a mother, her young son, and a playful cat named Whiskers. The boy's bedroom was a cozy space filled with an array of adventure books, stuffed animals, and a glowing star-shaped nightlight. Every night, when the moon cast gentle beams through the window, the mother would rock her baby boy to sleep. She would hold him close and sing softly: "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living, My baby you'll be." Time passed, and as the years went by, the little boy grew taller, more curious, and ever adventurous. He built forts, chased butterflies, and read tales of knights and dragons. Yet, every night, no matter how much he'd grown, the mother would peek into his room, a smile spread across her face, and whisper her song. One evening, after a day filled with backyard adventures and imaginary quests, the boy, now a teenager, plopped on his bed and sighed. "Hey, Mom?" he called out. "Yes, dear?" she replied, stepping gently into the room. "Do you think I'll ever be as adventurous as the knights in my book?" His mother chuckled, ruffling his hair. "You already are, my brave explorer. And never forget, no matter how old you get, you'll always be my baby." Once he was fast asleep, she sat by his side and sang: "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living, My baby you'll be." Time flew faster than the wind, and soon the boy became a young man. He left for adventures of his own, scaling mountains, sailing seas, and discovering new worlds. But every so often, he'd return to the little house with the whispering tree. One such evening, back from a grand quest, he found his mother in her rocking chair, looking out at the garden. She seemed smaller now, the adventures of time etched on her face. "Mom?" he whispered. "Yes, my love," she replied, her eyes twinkling. He knelt beside her, taking her hands in his. "You always sang to me," he said softly. "Now it's my turn." And with his heart full of love, he began: "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living, My Mommy you'll be." Years later, when the boy had children of his own, he continued the tradition. Each night, he'd cradle them, rocking gently, and sing with all the love in his heart: "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living, My babies you'll be." And so, in a tiny house with flowering gardens and whispering old trees, the song of love was forever carried, like a gentle breeze, from generation to generation. The End.