It was an ordinary morning when everything suddenly turned upside down. Little Lala, the playful and curious monkey, had been unusually quiet since breakfast. Normally, she’d be jumping around, giggling, or following Mom everywhere—but today, something seemed off.
Mom called softly, “Lala, where are you?” There was no answer. The house, usually filled with Lala’s cheerful noises, was strangely silent. Worried, Mom began to search every corner—under the table, behind the curtains, even in the laundry basket. Still, no sign of her little one.
Then, from the bedroom came a faint whimper. Mom rushed in—and gasped. Lala was sitting on the floor, clutching her little arm, eyes filled with tears. It turned out she had been trying to climb onto the high shelf to reach her favorite snack and had slipped. She wasn’t badly hurt, but her tiny arm was bruised, and she was frightened.
Mom’s heart ached. She scooped Lala into her arms, gently whispering, “Oh, my baby, you scared me so much!” Lala buried her face in Mom’s shoulder, still sniffing softly. Mom quickly checked her arm, applied some ointment, and wrapped it in a soft bandage. Lala winced a little but soon calmed down under Mom’s soothing voice.
To comfort her, Mom brought her a warm blanket and her favorite banana milk. Lala took slow sips, her big eyes glancing up with guilt. She knew she had worried Mom. “No more climbing without me, okay?” Mom said with a small smile. Lala nodded earnestly and hugged her tightly, her tail curling around Mom’s arm.
By evening, Lala was back to her cheerful self—though moving a little more carefully this time. Mom watched her with relief, still shaken but grateful it hadn’t been worse.
That day, Lala learned an important lesson: curiosity is wonderful, but safety comes first. And for Mom, nothing in the world matters more than her little one’s smile and safety.
