As the morning sun peeked through the window, Monkey Lyly was already wide awake, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. Unlike most mornings when she would lazily stretch and yawn before even glancing at her breakfast, today was different. The moment her mother placed a plate of bananas, warm bread, and milk on the table, Lyly jumped into action. She munched quickly, barely taking time to chew properly—her excitement was too much to contain.
“Lyly, slow down! You’ll get a tummy ache,” her mother warned gently, watching her with amusement.
But Lyly had no time to explain. Today was the day she had been waiting for—a special activity her mom promised the night before. After weeks of staying home due to the rainy weather, today the skies had finally cleared. Her mother had told her that if it didn’t rain, they could go to the park and fly a colorful kite that had been sitting in the corner for days, untouched and waiting.
As soon as the last bite of her banana disappeared, Lyly wiped her mouth, hopped off the chair, and dashed toward the living room. She tried dragging the kite herself, making small squeaky noises as she tugged it with her tiny hands, all while looking back to make sure her mom was following.
Her mother chuckled, shaking her head. “Okay, okay, let me finish my tea and we’ll go.”
Lyly couldn’t contain her excitement—she clapped her hands, jumped up and down, and even tried to help her mother put on shoes, though she hilariously mixed up the left and right feet. Once they finally stepped outside, Lyly squealed with joy. The wind was just right. Together, they launched the kite high into the sky, and her laughter echoed through the park.
That morning, Monkey Lyly’s happiness was as boundless as the sky—and it all started with a fast breakfast and a dream to fly.
