Baby monkey Moon sat nervously in the corner, her tiny hands clutching her tail as she glanced at the shattered pieces of her father’s favorite bowl on the floor. She hadn’t meant to break it—she was only trying to grab the banana slices inside. But now, the loud crash and scattered fragments filled her with fear.
Her big, expressive eyes darted to the door, wondering when Dad would come in. She imagined his disappointed look, and her little heart raced. She covered her face with her hands as if to shield herself from the scolding she thought was inevitable.
The sound of footsteps made her ears perk up. Dad entered the room and stopped abruptly when he saw the mess on the floor. Moon peeked through her fingers, her small body trembling as her wide eyes locked onto his face.
Instead of yelling, Dad sighed deeply. He crouched down, carefully picking up the sharp fragments so Moon wouldn’t hurt herself. “Moon, it’s okay,” his calm demeanor seemed to say.
But Moon couldn’t hold back. She scampered over, her tiny hands tugging at his shirt as if to apologize. She let out a soft, pitiful squeak, her face pressed against his chest.
Dad couldn’t help but chuckle at her adorable reaction. He gently lifted her into his arms, rubbing her back to calm her down. “It’s just a bowl, little one,” his smile seemed to reassure her.
Moon relaxed, realizing she wasn’t in trouble. Instead, Dad carried her to the kitchen, grabbed another bowl, and filled it with banana slices just for her.
Even though she had made a mistake, Dad’s patience and love reminded Moon that she was safe and cherished, no matter what. 🐒❤️
