The night was quiet, and the moonlight poured gently through the window. Little Cubis, the mischievous but loving monkey, was curled up in his cozy blanket, dreaming happily of playing with Dad at the park. But suddenly, he stirred. Something didn’t feel right. The soft humming sound of Dad’s snoring—usually comforting in the background—was gone. Cubis’s tiny heart started beating faster. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and called softly, “Dad…? Dad, where are you?”
Getting no reply, Cubis jumped out of bed, his little feet padding across the floor. The house was dark, and the silence made him even more uneasy. He peeked into the living room—no one there. He checked the kitchen, thinking Dad might be making his late-night tea, but it was empty too. His tail twitched nervously. “Did Dad leave me?” he whispered, his eyes glistening with worry.
Determined to find him, Cubis opened the door and stepped outside. The cool night breeze brushed against his fur, and the garden glowed faintly under the moonlight. He looked around and then spotted a faint light coming from the backyard shed. Without hesitation, he ran over, calling out again, “Dad!”
As he peeked inside, relief flooded his little face. There was Dad—fast asleep in a chair, tools still scattered around from fixing Cubis’s broken swing. Cubis’s eyes softened with warmth. All his fear melted away as he climbed onto Dad’s lap and snuggled close. “You scared me, Dad,” he murmured. “Don’t disappear again.”
Dad stirred, smiled sleepily, and stroked Cubis’s head. “Sorry, buddy,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I was just making sure your swing is ready for tomorrow.”
Cubis smiled, wrapping his arms around Dad’s neck. Soon, the two drifted off to sleep together under the soft glow of the moon. The night once again felt safe and peaceful—because for Cubis, home wasn’t just a place. It was wherever Dad was.
