It was a quiet evening, and the stars had just started twinkling in the dark sky. Monkey Lyly had been unusually restless all day, and as night fell, her curiosity only grew stronger. While her mother was busy cleaning up after dinner, Lyly saw a tiny crack in the gate and, without thinking twice, squeezed through it and disappeared into the night.
At first, her mother didn’t notice. She hummed softly as she finished her chores. But when she turned around to call Lyly for bedtime, the house was silent. Too silent. She called out, “Lyly, where are you?” No answer. Panic set in immediately. Her heart pounding, she rushed to check every corner of the house, but Lyly was nowhere to be found.
Fear gripping her, she grabbed a flashlight and ran outside, calling Lyly’s name into the darkness. The cool night air was filled with the sounds of crickets and distant rustling, but no sign of the little monkey. She imagined all sorts of terrible scenarios — what if Lyly got lost, or worse, what if she got hurt?
Meanwhile, Lyly was wandering not far away, marveling at the twinkling lights in the distance and the cool breeze on her face. She was fascinated by the night world she had never explored before. But soon, she realized she was alone — and it wasn’t as fun anymore. She began to feel scared and started whimpering.
Just then, her mother’s voice echoed through the trees, full of worry and love. Lyly followed the voice, running as fast as her little legs could carry her. When her mother saw her small figure appear from the darkness, she dropped to her knees, tears of relief streaming down her face.
Lyly jumped into her mother’s arms, clinging tightly, sensing the fear she had caused. Her mother hugged her tightly and whispered, “Don’t ever scare me like that again, little one.” That night, they cuddled close, Lyly learning a valuable lesson — adventures are exciting, but nothing compares to the safety and warmth of a mother’s love.
