Little Monkey Lyly was full of energy as always, jumping from one tree branch to another with excitement in her eyes. She had been playing near the garden while her mother carefully folded laundry and hung it out to dry. “Be careful, Lyly!” her mother warned gently. But Lyly, caught up in her own fun, barely heard her.
Just as her mother turned away, a loud crash echoed through the yard. Lyly had lost her grip, flipped over a low fence, and tumbled straight into the laundry basket, knocking it over and dragging everything into the mud. Shirts, blankets, and towels were now soaking and dirty, and Monkey Lyly sat frozen, her tail wrapped around herself, looking up at her mother with wide, guilty eyes.
Her mother rushed over, gasping at the sight. For a moment, there was silence. Lyly felt tears welling up. “I—I didn’t mean to! I was just trying to jump like you taught me!” she cried.
Her mother sighed, clearly frustrated, but the anger in her eyes softened when she saw how sorry Lyly truly was. “You need to listen, Lyly. I told you to be careful,” she said, kneeling beside her. “But I know you didn’t mean to make a mess.”
Lyly sniffled and immediately began helping her mother gather the laundry. “I’ll wash everything again! I promise. I want to make it right.”
As they worked together, Lyly’s mother placed a gentle hand on her daughter’s head. “I forgive you, Lyly. Just remember, listening is a part of growing up. Mistakes happen—but it’s what you do after that counts.”
By the end of the day, the clothes were clean again, and so was Lyly’s heart. She had made a mistake, but more importantly, she had learned a lesson—and her mother’s forgiveness made it all okay.
