Cubis, the sweet and clever little monkey, had been unusually quiet all morning. He sensed something was wrong—Dad wasn’t home, and the house felt too still. When Mom explained that Dad had undergone a dangerous surgery and was recovering at the hospital, Cubis’ eyes filled with concern. He tilted his head, clutched his favorite blanket, and gently tugged on Mom’s hand as if to say, “Can we go see him?”
Knowing how close Cubis and Dad were, Mom arranged a special visit. As soon as they arrived at the hospital, Cubis clung tightly to Mom’s shoulder, his wide eyes scanning every hallway. He stayed calm, almost as if he knew this was a serious moment.
When they entered Dad’s hospital room, Cubis let out a soft, surprised squeak. There lay his best friend—pale, tired, but smiling the moment he saw Cubis. That smile was all Cubis needed. He immediately reached out, crawling gently into Dad’s lap with careful, slow movements, like he understood Dad was fragile. He pressed his forehead to Dad’s chest and let out a soft, comforting hum.
The nurses and doctors nearby couldn’t help but pause and watch. It was a sight that melted every heart in the room—a tiny monkey showing such gentle affection, understanding, and love for the man who raised him.
Cubis stayed close the entire visit, refusing to leave Dad’s side. He handed him tissues, kissed his fingers, and even brought him a little plush toy from home. Dad’s eyes glistened with tears. “You always know how to make things better, don’t you, little guy?” he whispered.
When it was time to leave, Cubis hesitated at the door, then turned and gave Dad one last hug. That visit wasn’t just special—it was healing. For Dad, it gave strength. For Cubis, it was a way to say, “I’m here. I love you. Get better soon.”
And everyone who witnessed it could agree—love, no matter the form, truly has the power to heal.
