The evening was unusually quiet. The sun had just set, casting a warm golden glow through the windows, and Monkey Lyly, full of energy just a few hours ago, had finally started to wind down. But something was missing. Her mother had stepped out briefly, and the absence felt heavier than usual for little Lyly.
Lyly looked around, clutching her soft toy, but she couldn’t settle. The house felt too big, too quiet. She wandered into her mother’s room and noticed her mother’s coat draped over the chair. Curious, she reached up, pulled it down, and wrapped it tightly around herself. The moment her little nose caught the familiar scent—soft, warm, and comforting—she sighed in relief.
Without thinking twice, Lyly laid down right there on the floor, bundled up in the coat, burying her face into the folds. The scent of her mother made her feel like she was being held. It reminded her of all the times she had dozed off in her mother’s arms, safe and loved. Slowly, her eyes began to flutter shut.
When her mother returned, she was surprised not to hear Lyly’s usual excited footsteps rushing to greet her. She peeked into the bedroom and stopped in her tracks. There was Lyly, peacefully curled up, fast asleep, snuggled inside her coat with the softest expression on her face. Her little arms clung to it as though she was still in her mother’s embrace.
A gentle smile spread across her mother’s face as she tiptoed closer, careful not to wake her. She didn’t move her—not right away. Instead, she sat beside her quietly, brushing back a few strands of hair from Lyly’s forehead and planting a soft kiss.
In that quiet moment, it was clear—love doesn’t always need words. Sometimes, it’s in a familiar scent, a comforting hug, or the way a child clings to her mother’s coat just to feel close. So much cuteness in such a small gesture.
