Little Lyly clung tightly to her mother’s arm as they stepped into their new home for the first time. The cozy space was filled with toys, soft blankets, and colorful furniture—everything a young monkey could dream of. But instead of excitement, Lyly’s face was full of confusion and unease.
She didn’t jump onto the new swing in the corner or play with the soft stuffed animals like she usually would. Instead, she stayed close to her mom, her eyes wide, her little hands twitching nervously. Her tail curled around her body, and she let out a soft, questioning whimper. It was clear something was bothering her.
“Is this really our home now?” Lyly seemed to wonder, looking around with uncertainty. The smells were different. The light came in at a strange angle through the windows. Even the sounds outside—the wind, the birds—felt unfamiliar.
Her mother gently rubbed her back and tried to comfort her, offering her favorite fruit and pointing toward the soft hammock that would be her new bed. But Lyly didn’t move. She stared at the door, as if expecting to go back any moment.
For a while, she explored cautiously. She sniffed every corner, tapped the walls, and looked behind furniture. But something inside her was still unsure. She missed the familiar branches of her old home, the old tree with the swing that creaked when the wind blew. Everything here was so new and strange.
Maybe she was just scared. Or maybe her tiny heart was trying to understand something big—something that even grownups find hard: change.
That night, Lyly curled up beside her mom, still quiet and thoughtful. As her eyes slowly closed, her little fingers gently gripped her mother’s fur, seeking comfort.
What was Lyly really thinking? Only she knows. But one thing was certain—she would need time, love, and patience to feel at home in this new place.
