This morning, little Luna wasn’t her usual lively self. Normally, she would be bouncing around, demanding cuddles or playtime with Dad. But today, something was different. Her tiny face told the whole story—her eyes looked heavy, her lips turned down, and her body seemed tired. She sat quietly, not moving much, as if she was trying to say, “Daddy, I don’t feel good.”
Dad noticed immediately. He bent down beside her, gently brushing her fur, whispering softly to her. Luna leaned into him but didn’t have the energy to play. Instead, she simply rested her small head on his hand, letting out a faint sigh. It was clear her body needed comfort more than games today.
She tried to show her feelings without words. The way she held her belly, the way her ears dropped slightly, and the way she avoided her toys—all of it told Dad that something was wrong. A baby monkey’s expressions are powerful, and Luna’s sad little face was enough to make Dad’s heart ache.
Determined to help, Dad wrapped her in a soft blanket and offered her warm milk. Luna took a few sips, then leaned back, still looking at him with those sorrowful eyes. She didn’t cry loudly or throw tantrums—her silence was even louder than screams.
Dad stroked her gently, promising her she would feel better soon. He stayed close, never leaving her side, knowing that love and care were just as important as medicine.
Even though Luna was unwell, her bond with Dad shone brightly. In her sad eyes, there was trust—trust that he would protect her, comfort her, and help her heal.
For now, all she needed was rest, warmth, and the love that only Daddy could give.
