It was a quiet afternoon when the family suddenly heard a loud, desperate cry coming from the backyard. Rushing outside, they found baby monkey Lyto, sitting helplessly in the mud, his tiny body shaking, his fur completely soaked and covered in dirt. His little face was scrunched with fear, and his soft cries echoed through the air — a sound that broke everyone’s heart.
He must have slipped while trying to play near the small water basin. The ground had turned soft from earlier rain, and poor Lyto had fallen face-first into the mud. His tiny hands and legs were coated in sticky brown soil, and he looked absolutely miserable. When he saw his mom approaching, he started crying even louder, reaching out his arms as if begging, “Please, Mom, pick me up!”
Mom hurried over, lifting him gently from the cold ground. “Oh, my poor baby,” she said softly, brushing the mud from his fur. Lyto clung tightly to her, still sobbing, his body trembling in her arms. His once-bright fur now looked dull and messy, but to her, he was still the most precious little one in the world.
She brought him inside and began to clean him carefully with a warm towel. Each time she wiped the mud away, Lyto whimpered softly, pressing his face against her chest. The warmth of her body and the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat slowly calmed him down.
After the bath, Mom wrapped him in a clean, soft cloth and gave him warm milk. Lyto drank eagerly, his tiny hands holding the bottle like treasure. When he finished, he gave a soft sigh, eyes half-closing from exhaustion.
Now clean and warm, Lyto curled up in Mom’s lap, his earlier tears replaced by sleepy comfort. She stroked his head and whispered, “No more crying, my baby. You’re safe now.”
That day, the muddy backyard became a memory — not of pain, but of love. Because even covered in dirt and tears, Lyto learned one thing clearly: home is where comfort always waits, no matter how messy life gets.
