Monkey Lyly was excited. Her mother was returning home after a long day of gathering fruits in the distant part of the jungle. Lyly wanted to surprise her with a warm snack—her mother’s favorite: roasted sweet potatoes.
She carefully selected the ripest sweet potatoes from their storage basket, washed them thoroughly, and placed them in the small clay oven. The aroma of the sweet potatoes began to fill their treetop home, making Lyly’s stomach rumble.
As the sweet potatoes baked, Lyly sat by the window, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds created a soothing lullaby. Her eyes grew heavy, and before she knew it, Lyly had drifted off to sleep, her head resting on her arms.
A sudden creak of the door woke her. Blinking sleepily, she saw her mother entering, a basket of fruits in hand. The delightful scent of roasted sweet potatoes greeted her.
“Lyly, did you make these?” her mother asked, pleasantly surprised.
Lyly rubbed her eyes and nodded. “I wanted to surprise you, but I fell asleep waiting.”
Her mother smiled warmly, placing a gentle hand on Lyly’s shoulder. “It’s the thought that counts, dear. And they smell delicious.”
They sat together, enjoying the sweet potatoes under the starlit sky. Lyly felt a warm glow in her heart, knowing that her small gesture had brought joy to her mother.
