It was a quiet afternoon when Monkey Lyly found herself wandering into Dung’s study—a cozy room filled from floor to ceiling with books, trinkets, and mysterious boxes. Curiosity sparkling in her eyes, Lyly couldn’t resist exploring every nook and cranny. Her small hands reached out, pulling at books and flipping pages with wide-eyed wonder.
Among the colorful covers, she discovered one book that caught her attention—a large, dusty volume with faded gold lettering. Without hesitation, she tugged it off the shelf, sending a small cloud of dust into the air. The pages were filled with strange symbols and drawings of animals and plants she’d never seen.
Suddenly, footsteps approached. It was her mother, who paused in the doorway, watching Lyly with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Lyly, what are you doing in here?” she asked, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.
Lyly looked up, a bit startled but proud to show off her find. “I wanted to see what’s inside this book!” she said, holding it up carefully.
Instead of scolding or shooing her away, her mother sat down beside her, patting the floor. “That’s Dung’s old nature journal,” she explained. “He used to write down everything he learned about the forest.”
Together, they flipped through the pages—sketches of birds, notes about plants, and even a pressed flower tucked between two pages. Lyly’s eyes grew wide with fascination as her mother shared stories about the animals and secrets hidden in the forest around them.
“Dung loved this book,” her mother said softly. “I’m glad you found it.”
Lyly beamed, feeling a special connection not just to the book, but to her family’s history and the world around her.
In that quiet moment, rummaging through a dusty old bookshelf turned into a treasured memory—one that brought curiosity, learning, and unexpected closeness between mother and daughter.
