Under the soft glow of the moonlight, the little hut nestled at the edge of the forest was quiet and peaceful. Inside, Monkey Lily was snuggled up against her favorite person in the world—Aunt Rosa.
Aunt Rosa had always been a source of warmth and comfort for Lily. Unlike the other monkeys in the group, Aunt Rosa had a nurturing and calm demeanor that made Lily feel safe and loved. Every evening, Lily would eagerly climb into her aunt’s lap, her tiny hands clutching Rosa’s fur as she prepared to drift off to sleep.
This particular night, the two had spent the evening playing and sharing fruits. Rosa had told Lily stories about the forest, from tales of mischievous squirrels to adventures of brave little birds. Lily listened with wide eyes, occasionally giggling at the funny parts.
As the stars began to twinkle outside, Rosa gently picked Lily up and carried her to their cozy sleeping spot—a soft bed of leaves and straw Rosa had carefully arranged. Lily yawned and nestled close, her little head resting against Rosa’s shoulder.
Rosa hummed a soothing lullaby, her hand stroking Lily’s back in gentle circles. Lily’s eyelids grew heavy, and soon her soft breathing filled the room. Rosa smiled, feeling a deep sense of love for the little one.
For Lily, sleeping with Aunt Rosa was more than just about comfort—it was about the bond they shared, the quiet moments of affection, and the feeling of being cherished. And as Rosa watched Lily sleep peacefully, she knew she’d do anything to keep her little niece safe and happy.
