Little Linda was full of energy that day. Her tiny legs carried her as fast as they could, racing across the room with the kind of joy only a baby monkey knows. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and in her playful spirit, she wanted to show how high she could jump. With a burst of courage, she leapt upward, reaching for a height far greater than her little body could manage.
For one brief moment, Linda felt like she was flying—weightless, free, and proud. But the joy was short-lived. Her small body lost balance mid-air, and before she knew it, she came crashing down onto the hard floor below.
The sound of her fall was followed by a heartbreaking cry. Poor Linda lay there for a second, stunned and pitiful, before her wails filled the air. Her little hands reached out, trembling, her face scrunched up with pain and fear. She had only wanted to play, to soar high like the older ones, but instead, she found herself hurt and frightened.
Her mom rushed to her side instantly, scooping her into loving arms. Linda clung tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as her body shook with sobs. Mom stroked her gently, whispering soft comfort, letting her know she was safe now. Slowly, the cries softened, replaced by hiccups and little sniffles.
Though her fall was painful, Linda’s spirit was still alive inside her. She learned that day that being small sometimes meant falling—but it also meant being caught by love.
Wrapped in her mother’s embrace, she realized that even after the hardest falls, she would never be alone. Love would always lift her higher than any jump ever could.
