It was a sunny morning, and the backyard was filled with the scent of fresh laundry and warm breeze. Dad had just finished hanging clothes on the line, wiping sweat from his brow, when tiny Minea toddled over, eyes shining with purpose.
She had spotted the small pile of folded towels and soft clothes sitting beside the basket. Without waiting to be asked, Minea bent down, grabbed a towel with both tiny hands, and began wobbling her way toward Daddy.
The towel dragged across the ground, far too big for her small frame, but that didn’t stop her. Her little feet shuffled carefully over the grass, her face full of focus and pride.
“Whoa! Are you helping me today, sweet girl?” Dad smiled, kneeling to her level.
Minea let out a proud squeak and dropped the towel at his feet. Then she ran back to the basket for more.
Each trip, she carried something—sometimes a sock, sometimes a t-shirt, once even a clothespin. Dad watched with joy, pretending to be amazed every time.
“You’re saving the day, Minea!” he laughed.
Eventually, she tripped over a shirt and fell onto the soft grass. For a second, she looked like she might cry… but then she burst into giggles instead.
Dad scooped her up, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and whispered, “You’re Daddy’s little helper now.”
She beamed.
That day, the laundry got done a little slower—but with so much more love.
And when Mom came out and saw Minea proudly carrying one last towel, she clapped and cheered, “What a good girl! Helping Daddy like a big monkey!”
Minea’s eyes sparkled. She wasn’t just a baby monkey anymore.
