The field was quiet in the late afternoon, bathed in golden sunlight and filled with the soft sounds of nature. Monkey Lyly followed closely behind her mother, her small hands swinging with excitement. Today was special. Instead of climbing trees or playing near the house, Lyly was about to learn how to roast sweet potatoes in the open field.
Her mother gathered dry leaves and small pieces of wood, carefully building a little fire. Lyly watched with wide eyes, crouching nearby and copying every movement. When the flames crackled to life, Lyly clapped happily, amazed by the warmth and the dancing sparks. Her mother gently guided her to sit back, teaching her to respect the fire.
Soon, the sweet potatoes were wrapped in dry leaves and placed carefully under the warm ashes. Lyly leaned forward, sniffing the air as the earthy smell slowly began to rise. She hugged her knees, rocking slightly as she waited, learning that good things take time. Every now and then, she poked the ground with a stick, earning a soft laugh and a gentle shake of the head from her mother.
While waiting, they sat together in the field. Her mother brushed dirt from Lyly’s fur and pointed out birds flying overhead. Lyly listened, calm and content, feeling safe beside her. The fire crackled softly, and the moment felt peaceful, almost magical.
When it was finally time, her mother carefully pulled the sweet potatoes from the ashes. Steam rose into the air, and Lyly’s eyes widened in amazement. With help, she peeled back the skin and tasted her first bite. It was warm, soft, and sweet. Lyly let out a delighted sound, her face lighting up with joy. She eagerly shared another bite with her mother, pressing close in a gesture of love.
As the sun dipped lower, Lyly sat full and happy, leaning against her mother’s side. That simple afternoon—firelight, sweet potatoes, and quiet togetherness—became an unforgettable memory. It wasn’t just about the food. It was about learning, warmth, and the bond between mother and child, shared under an open sky.
