It was a quiet evening in the house, the golden glow of the lamp softly lighting the room. Mother sat at the table, busy with her work, papers and notebooks spread around her. Monkey Lyly, her sweet and gentle little companion, watched her from across the room with sleepy eyes.
Usually, Lyly would already be in bed by now, wrapped in her favorite soft blanket. But tonight, she didn’t want to leave her mother’s side. She climbed onto the chair next to Mom, resting her chin on the table, watching every gentle movement of her mother’s hands.
Mom smiled down at her. “Lyly, aren’t you sleepy, sweetheart?” she asked softly. Lyly blinked slowly and let out a small yawn but shook her head. She just wanted to stay a little longer. She reached out one tiny hand and touched Mom’s arm, as if to say, I’ll wait for you.
Minutes passed, then an hour. The room grew quieter, the air calm and peaceful. Eventually, Lyly couldn’t fight the drowsiness anymore. Her eyelids grew heavy, her head drooped, and before Mom even noticed, she had fallen asleep right there on the table—her tiny body curled up close, just to be near the warmth of her mother.
Mom looked over and felt her heart melt. The sight of Lyly sleeping so soundly, with one little hand still resting on her sleeve, filled her with tenderness. She carefully set her work aside and stroked Lyly’s soft fur. “You couldn’t wait for me, could you?” she whispered with a smile.
Not wanting to disturb her, Mom gently lifted Lyly into her arms and carried her to bed. Lyly stirred slightly but nestled closer, sighing in comfort.
That night, Mom lay beside her, holding her precious little one close. It was a simple moment, but so full of love—a reminder that sometimes, affection doesn’t need words. Just being close is enough.
