The sun had barely risen when Mama Monkey prepared for her daily trip to the field. With her woven basket in hand and a determined look on her face, she knew there was work to be done. But before she could step out the door, a tiny voice called from behind.
“Please let me come with you!” little Lyly cried, rushing over and grabbing her mother’s tail with both hands. Her eyes were wide, sparkling with excitement and a touch of desperation. She had seen her mother leave for the field many times, but today, Lyly wanted to be part of the adventure.
Mama turned and knelt down, gently brushing Lyly’s soft fur. “It’s a long walk, Lyly,” she said kindly. “And there might be snakes or thorny bushes. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“But I’m strong now! I can help!” Lyly insisted, puffing out her little chest. “I won’t get in the way—I promise!”
Touched by her daughter’s determination, Mama hesitated. Then, with a gentle nod, she agreed. “Alright, but you must stay close and listen carefully, okay?”
Lyly’s face lit up with joy. She leapt into her mother’s arms, wrapping her tiny arms around Mama’s neck in gratitude. And just like that, they were off.
The field was vast and filled with sounds Lyly had never heard before—buzzing bees, rustling grass, birds chirping overhead. Lyly did her best to mimic her mother, picking up small leaves and watching as Mama carefully chose the ripest fruits.
Though her legs tired quickly and a bug startled her once or twice, Lyly never stopped trying. Her mother smiled, proud of her little one’s determination.
That day, Lyly didn’t just go to the field—she grew a little braver, a little stronger, and a lot closer to her mother. It was a small journey for Mama, but a giant step for Lyly.
