The sun rose gently over the hills, painting the old family farm in golden light. Grandma was already up, her hands full of tools and plans, ready to bring new life to the little place she’d tended for decades. But this time, she wasn’t alone. Beside her was Lala—the clever, affectionate monkey who had become her shadow, her little helper, and her source of joy.
As Grandma carried heavy boards and buckets of paint, Lala followed closely, curious eyes watching every move. When Grandma bent down to hammer nails, Lala handed her the small nails one by one, as if understanding exactly what she needed. Whenever Grandma wiped the sweat from her brow, Lala would rush over, gently patting her arm or fanning her with a big leaf she had found nearby.
During lunch breaks, Lala would bring Grandma her straw hat, making sure she didn’t forget to rest in the shade. Sometimes, she even peeled bananas or fetched apples from the basket—sharing them proudly like a little farm assistant. Grandma couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re my best little worker, Lala,” she said lovingly, scratching the monkey’s head.
But what truly melted Grandma’s heart was when Lala noticed her coughing from the dust. Without hesitation, the tiny monkey dashed off to fetch her a bottle of water, climbing over buckets and ladders just to make sure Grandma was okay. It wasn’t just adorable—it was touching, as if Lala understood how much Grandma was doing to keep their home beautiful.
By evening, when the farm looked brighter and fresher than ever, Grandma sat on the porch, tired but smiling. Lala snuggled beside her, resting her head on Grandma’s shoulder, eyes half-closed with contentment.
The farm might have been under renovation—but the bond between Grandma and Lala was already perfectly built: one of care, love, and the quiet understanding only true companions share.
