Cubis the monkey woke up early one morning to find Dad lying weakly on the couch, coughing and looking pale. Usually, Dad was the one running around, preparing breakfast, and playing with Cubis. But today, his eyes were heavy, and his voice was faint.
Cubis tilted his head, worry filling his little face. He climbed up onto Dad’s lap and gently touched his forehead. It was warm—too warm. “Dad is sick,” Cubis thought. His little heart raced with concern.
He watched as Mom prepared a small note and some money. She smiled at Cubis and said, “Can you be my helper today? Dad needs medicine.” Cubis puffed up proudly and clutched the money in his tiny hands. This was an important mission!
Carrying a small pouch, Cubis trotted down the street toward the pharmacy. People along the way chuckled at the sight of a little monkey walking so seriously, clutching his bag as if it were treasure. At the pharmacy, he carefully handed the note and money to the shopkeeper. Everyone in the shop gasped softly at how clever and responsible he was. The pharmacist smiled warmly, gave Cubis the medicine, and even patted his head.
With the package secured, Cubis hurried back home, scampering as fast as his little legs could carry him. He burst into the house, proudly handing the medicine to Mom. Dad, still weak, managed a smile when he saw his little hero.
Mom prepared the medicine and gave it to Dad, who sighed in relief after taking it. Cubis curled up beside him, his eyes full of love and determination. He refused to leave Dad’s side, patting his chest gently as if to say, Don’t worry—I’ll take care of you.
Dad stroked Cubis’s head and whispered, “Thank you, my smart little doctor. You’re my hero.”
Cubis’s tail swished happily. He might have been small, but that day, he felt like the strongest monkey in the world—because he had helped the one he loved most.
