Monkey Lyly is usually the queen of the house—playful, curious, and always the center of attention. But one quiet afternoon, something unusual happened. Her mom was sitting on the couch, lovingly cuddling Tommy the cat. Tommy purred softly, his eyes half-closed as he melted into her arms. Lyly peeked around the corner and froze.
She tilted her head, ears perked up, eyes wide. Why is Mom hugging Tommy like that? Lyly’s little heart fluttered with confusion. She watched a little longer, then slowly walked closer. Tommy was clearly enjoying the warmth and love Lyly usually received. It was a sight that made Lyly feel something new: jealousy.
Without making a sound, Lyly climbed onto the couch. She didn’t push Tommy away—but she did inch closer and closer, hoping Mom would notice. Then, unable to wait any longer, she gently tugged on Mom’s sleeve with her tiny hand. Her eyes said everything her mouth couldn’t: Mom… please hug me, too!
Mom looked down and instantly smiled. “Oh Lyly, come here my sweet girl,” she said warmly, lifting Lyly into her arms without hesitation. Lyly melted into her mother’s chest, wrapping her tiny arms around her neck. Her jealousy faded the moment she felt that familiar love.
Tommy didn’t mind either. He simply snuggled beside them, purring louder, happy to share the moment. It turned into a big, warm cuddle pile on the couch—Mom, Monkey Lyly, and Tommy the cat—all wrapped in love.
Lyly closed her eyes, now feeling safe and content. She didn’t need to be the only one to be loved—she just needed to know there was always room for her in Mom’s heart. That hug, simple as it was, meant the world to her.
And from that day forward, whenever she saw Mom hugging Tommy, Lyly knew it was okay—as long as there was always one waiting for her, too.
