Zhuly sat quietly, her tiny hands resting on her lap. She had been feeling a little down all day, her usual energy missing.
Dad noticed right away. “What’s wrong, my little angel?” he asked, tilting his head.
Zhuly just pouted, looking away.
That’s when Dad got an idea.
He suddenly roared—deep and playful, his arms raised like giant claws.
Zhuly’s eyes widened.
He stomped toward her like a big, silly monster, shaking his body and growling softly. “Oh no, the monster is coming for tiny Zhuly!”
Zhuly’s frown twitched.
Then—a giggle.
Dad lunged forward, gently tickling her belly, pretending to “catch” her.
Zhuly burst into laughter!
Her little body wiggled as she tried to escape, but Dad kept up the silly act—growling, tickling, and making funny faces.
“Nooo, Daddy Monster!” she squealed, covering her face but laughing too hard to hide.
Her sadness? Completely gone.
Instead, she was glowing with joy, her tiny soul redeemed by pure love and laughter.
Dad finally “gave up,” flopping onto the floor with a dramatic sigh. “The monster is defeated by Zhuly’s cuteness!”
Zhuly climbed onto his chest, giggling as she hugged him tight. “Love you, Daddy Monster.”
Dad kissed her tiny forehead. “Love you more, my little angel.
