The afternoon was warm and lively, and Luna was in one of her most energetic moods. She climbed onto her little wooden chair, swinging her legs happily while watching Mom move around the room. Her tail flicked from side to side, and her curious eyes darted at everything — the sound of water running, the rustle of plastic bags, even the shadows on the wall.
But Luna’s excitement often came with a touch of carelessness. She shifted around too much, balancing on the edge of the chair while leaning forward to peek at something on the table. Mom had told her many times, “Luna, sit properly, or you’ll fall.” But in Luna’s world, warnings often floated away like bubbles in the air.
With one quick movement to reach for a toy on the floor, her tiny body lost balance. In an instant, the chair tipped, and Luna tumbled backward onto the ground.
Thud! The sound startled her as much as the fall itself. Luna’s eyes widened, and for a moment she was silent — then came the sharp cry.
Mom rushed over, scooping her up with gentle hands. “Oh, my little one,” she murmured, checking for any bruises. Luna buried her face into Mom’s shoulder, the sting of the fall still fresh.
After a few comforting pats and soft words, Luna’s tears slowed. She sniffled and peeked up at Mom, who smiled warmly but reminded her once again, “We have to be careful, Luna.”
Though her energy returned soon after, Luna remembered to sit just a little steadier — at least for the rest of the day.
