In the heart of the lush green forest, nestled high in the tallest fig tree, lived Monkey Lyly and her mother. Their tree had been home for generations—its strong branches held memories of playful childhoods, warm evenings, and whispered stories under the stars. But one day, everything changed. A group of humans had arrived, marking trees and making loud noises. Lyly’s mother knew what it meant: they would soon have to leave.
Lyly noticed her mother growing quieter each day. She no longer hummed her usual songs or smiled at the morning sun. One evening, as the orange glow bathed the forest, Lyly found her mother sitting on a branch, staring at the sky with tears in her eyes.
“Mama,” Lyly said softly, wrapping her tiny arms around her. “Why are you sad?”
Her mother sighed, brushing Lyly’s fur gently. “This is our home, Lyly. I raised you here, just like my mother raised me. Leaving it… it hurts.”
Lyly’s heart ached too, but she was strong in a way only young ones could be. She looked into her mother’s eyes and said, “Home is not just the tree, Mama. It’s you and me—together.”
Her words were simple, but they carried deep comfort. Lyly started talking about the adventures they would have in a new forest: how they’d swing from new trees, discover new fruits, and meet new friends. Her little voice was filled with excitement, painting a picture of hope.
Her mother smiled faintly, her tears slowing. “You’re right, my little star. As long as we’re together, we’ll always have a home.”
That night, they held each other close. The tree swayed gently in the wind, as if saying goodbye. But in their hearts, a new sense of courage began to grow.
Monkey Lyly had done something powerful—she reminded her mother that love and togetherness could make any place feel like home.
