The night had already settled in, wrapping the neighborhood in quiet shadows and soft yellow lights. Most houses were dark, their windows glowing gently as families prepared for sleep. But Lyly, the little monkey full of endless energy, wasn’t ready for bedtime at all. To her, the cool night air felt exciting, and the silence made every sound feel like an invitation to play.
Lyly stood near the fence, peeking toward the neighbors’ yard. She called out softly, making playful sounds and waving her tiny hands, hoping someone would notice her. Earlier that day, the neighbors had laughed and played with her, and Lyly wanted that fun to continue. She tugged at the fence, tilted her head, and pleaded with wide, hopeful eyes that sparkled under the porch light.
A neighbor stepped outside briefly, smiling but shaking their head. It was late, and everyone was tired. They gently waved goodnight and disappeared back inside, closing the door behind them. Lyly froze, confused. She tried again, this time making louder, more dramatic sounds, hopping from side to side as if putting on a performance. Surely this would convince them.
But the neighborhood stayed quiet. No one came out. No laughter answered her calls. Slowly, Lyly’s movements softened. Her shoulders drooped, and she sat down, wrapping her arms around herself. The excitement of the night faded, replaced by a small, unfamiliar feeling of disappointment. She wasn’t angry—just sad that the fun had ended before she was ready.
From the doorway, Mom watched silently. She walked over and knelt beside Lyly, gently stroking her back. With calm gestures and soft sounds, she explained that it was late, and everyone needed rest. Playtime would come again tomorrow. Lyly listened, glancing once more toward the dark houses, then back at Mom.
After a moment, Lyly leaned into her mother’s arms. The night suddenly felt less lonely. Together, they went back inside, where the lights were warm and familiar. Lyly curled up, her earlier excitement fading into sleepiness.
That night taught Lyly a gentle lesson: not every moment is meant for play, and not every wish can be granted right away. But it also reminded her of something even more important—when the world says no, love is always there to say yes.
