The room was unusually quiet that afternoon. Monkey Lyly sat near the bed, her small hands resting on her knees, eyes fixed on her mother’s peaceful face. This was not how Lyly usually was. Normally, she would be climbing, chattering, or tugging gently at her mother’s arm for attention. But today, she was silent—thoughtful in a way that felt new and serious.
Her mother lay sleeping deeply, breathing slow and steady. Lyly tilted her head, studying every detail as if trying to understand why things felt different. She remembered how her mother always woke early, moved quickly, and laughed often. Seeing her still and resting made Lyly feel unsure. A soft frown appeared on her face, and she leaned closer, listening carefully to each breath.
Lyly reached out and lightly touched her mother’s hand, then quickly pulled back, afraid she might wake her. She sat there patiently, resisting the urge to play. Every now and then, she glanced around the room, as if standing guard. The toys scattered on the floor were ignored. Even her favorite snacks failed to tempt her away. In that quiet moment, Lyly seemed to grow up just a little.
Time passed slowly. Sunlight shifted across the room, and Lyly remained in the same spot. When her mother stirred slightly, Lyly’s eyes widened with concern, but she stayed calm, waiting. She whispered soft sounds under her breath, almost like a lullaby, mimicking the way her mother often comforted her.
When her mother finally opened her eyes, she was met with Lyly’s worried yet loving gaze. The little monkey immediately smiled, relief washing over her face. She crawled closer and rested her head gently against her mother’s arm, holding on as if to make sure she wouldn’t disappear again.
This quiet scene revealed a tender side of Monkey Lyly rarely seen. In her silence and patience, she showed deep love and understanding. Sometimes, care doesn’t come through words or actions—but through simply staying close and watching over someone you love. 🐒💖
