When Monkey Lyly and her mother moved into their new home, everything was different. The walls didn’t smell like their old place, the floors made strange creaking sounds, and there were no familiar trees outside the window. Her mother thought Lyly would be excited—after all, the new house was bigger, brighter, and had a lovely backyard to play in.
But from the moment they stepped inside, Lyly froze. Her big brown eyes scanned the unfamiliar space, her little arms wrapped tightly around her mother’s neck. She didn’t jump down to explore like she usually did. Instead, she clung to Mama, trembling ever so slightly.
“Lyly, sweetheart, it’s okay,” her mother said gently, setting her down on the soft couch. But Lyly shook her head, eyes wide with confusion.
She tiptoed cautiously across the living room, sniffing at corners and peeking behind doors. Nothing looked or smelled like home. Her favorite red blanket was there—but it didn’t smell right. Her toys were in a new basket—but they didn’t feel the same. Even the kitchen felt too quiet.
Lyly whimpered and hurried back to Mama, hiding her face in her fur. “I don’t like it here,” she whispered. Her mother’s heart sank. She hadn’t expected this. She thought Lyly would be curious, playful, full of questions. But instead, her baby felt scared and lost.
So Mama did something simple. She sat with Lyly on the couch, wrapped her in the red blanket, and told her stories about their old home—while gently showing her the fun new things in this one.
Later that evening, something shifted. Lyly spotted a butterfly outside the window. She slowly crept toward it, curiosity beginning to peek through her fear. Her mother smiled, quietly relieved.
Sometimes, new beginnings feel overwhelming. But with love, patience, and a little time, even the unfamiliar can become home. And for Monkey Lyly, that journey had just begun.
