Cubis monkey wasn’t feeling like his usual playful self. His usual energy seemed to fade, and he sat quietly in the corner, his eyes droopy and his little hands wrapped around his tail. Dad noticed right away—something was off. Without hesitation, he scooped Cubis up into his arms, gently pressing his hand to Cubis’s forehead. “Oh no, buddy. Are you not feeling well today?”
From that moment on, Cubis received the most tender care any little monkey could ask for. Dad canceled his plans for the day and turned their home into a cozy healing nest. He brewed warm herbal tea, mixed with a little honey and banana—Cubis’s favorite. Wrapped in a soft blanket, Cubis was carried around in Dad’s arms like a baby, nuzzling into his chest with comfort.
When Cubis refused to eat at first, Dad sat beside him, patiently feeding him bits of soft fruit, making silly sounds and faces to make him giggle. And it worked—Cubis’s eyes lit up for a moment, and a tiny grin returned to his face. Dad knew then that his little one was going to be okay.
He even played soft music and read Cubis a story, his voice calming and gentle. Cubis rested his head on Dad’s shoulder, slowly drifting to sleep as Dad gently stroked his back. The bond between them was clear—unspoken love, care, and trust.
By evening, Cubis was already perking up, his eyes brighter and his appetite stronger. With a weak but playful squeak, he tugged on Dad’s shirt, as if to say, “Thank you.”
Dad smiled and kissed the top of his head. “You’ll always be my little monkey, Cubis. I’ve got you.”
In moments like this, it’s easy to see—love and care can be the best medicine. And for Cubis, having Dad by his side made all the difference in the world.
