Monkey Lyly sat quietly under the shade of a big tree, her eyes staring off into the distance. Normally full of energy and chatter, today she was unusually still. Her little hands played with a fallen leaf, but her mind was far away. She missed her old house — the familiar trees, the cozy sleeping corner, the scent of her favorite blanket, and the morning sounds she had grown up with. Everything in the new place felt unfamiliar, and though it was safe and loving, it wasn’t home… not yet.
Her mother, who had been busy preparing lunch, noticed Lyly’s silence. She watched her daughter’s thoughtful face and the way her shoulders slumped just slightly. Mama monkey walked over gently and sat beside her. “Lyly, what’s on your mind?” she asked softly.
Lyly didn’t respond right away. After a long pause, she whispered, “I miss our old house.”
Her mother blinked, surprised. “Oh, sweetheart… I didn’t know you felt that way.”
Lyly looked up with teary eyes. “Everything here is new. I don’t know where to sleep. I don’t know where to hide my snacks. Even the trees sound different.”
Mama monkey hugged her tightly. Now she understood. The move had been exciting for her, but she hadn’t realized how deeply Lyly was attached to their old life. “It’s okay to miss it,” she said gently. “Home isn’t just a place. It’s also the love we carry with us. And we can make new memories here — together.”
Lyly nodded slowly. It didn’t erase the longing in her heart, but her mother’s words gave her comfort. Maybe, with time, the new house would start to feel like home too. For now, she had her mother’s arms, and that was the most comforting place of all.
And as the sun peeked through the leaves above, Lyly leaned into her mother’s warmth, slowly letting go of her worries — one leaf at a time.
