The sun had barely risen, but Monkey Lyly was already restless. She sat by the doorway, tail swishing impatiently, her big curious eyes fixed on the path leading to the market. Today, her mother had promised to bring back something special—delicious food just for her. The thought alone made Lyly’s little tummy rumble with excitement.
Every sound made her perk up. If a cart rolled by, she jumped to her feet. If she heard footsteps, she leaned forward, hands pressed on the ground, ready to run. But each time it wasn’t her mother, Lyly would pout, puffing her cheeks in frustration, only to quickly perk up again. She just couldn’t hide her eagerness.
To pass the time, she climbed up and down the porch railing, swinging and chattering as if practicing how she’d celebrate when Mom returned. Now and then, she peeked into the empty baskets, imagining them filled with sweet bananas, juicy fruits, or maybe even her favorite roasted peanuts. Her face lit up at the thought, her little mouth smacking as if she could already taste them.
Minutes felt like hours, but Lyly’s excitement never faded. She sat back down by the door, chin resting on her hands, eyes still glued to the path. Suddenly, she heard the familiar rustling of a basket and the gentle footsteps she knew so well. Her ears twitched, her heart raced—this time, it was truly her mother!
In an instant, Lyly leapt up, squealing with joy. She dashed forward, wrapping her tiny arms around her mother’s legs before even looking at the basket. When her mother finally set it down and pulled out the food, Lyly’s face broke into the widest smile. She clapped her hands, bounced in circles, and let out cheerful squeaks that filled the air with happiness.
For Lyly, the wait was worth it. Nothing compared to the joy of seeing her mother return, basket full of love and delicious treats.
