The morning sun peeked through the curtains, but the house was unusually quiet. Dad, who was normally bustling around with his warm laugh, lay under the blanket, coughing softly. He had caught a bad cold, and for the first time, he didn’t have the strength to get up and prepare breakfast. Cubis, his clever little monkey, noticed right away.
Usually, Cubis was busy playing, climbing, and exploring every corner of the house. But today, he seemed unusually serious. He tilted his head, watched Dad weakly sip water, and then hurried off toward the kitchen. His little hands patted the table as he searched for something useful. He knew Dad needed food to feel better.
One by one, Cubis collected ingredients he had seen Dad use many times before—bananas, a piece of bread, and even some honey. With great concentration, he mashed the banana in a bowl, dipped the bread carefully, and drizzled honey on top. The result was a simple but thoughtful meal, a little messy but made with love.
Carrying the plate wasn’t easy; it wobbled in his tiny hands as he shuffled back toward the bedroom. When Dad looked up and saw Cubis standing proudly with the meal, his tired face broke into a smile. “Cubis… did you make this for me?” he asked, his voice touched with surprise.
Cubis nodded excitedly, chattering happily as if to say, “Eat, Dad—it will make you strong again!” He even sat by Dad’s side, watching carefully as he took the first bite. Though the taste was far from perfect, the love behind it made it the best meal Dad had ever had.
For a moment, the sickness seemed lighter, replaced by warmth and gratitude. Dad stroked Cubis’s head gently and whispered, “You’re my little hero.”
That day, Cubis showed that care doesn’t always come from medicine or doctors—sometimes, it comes from a small act of love, served on a wobbly plate by the most unexpected caregiver.
