It was a warm afternoon, the sun casting golden rays over the small yard. Baby monkey Luna, usually full of laughter and play, sat quietly on her little bed placed under a shady tree. Her head hung low, her tiny fingers picking at the blanket. Her bright eyes looked dim and watery — today, she wasn’t her usual cheerful self.
Just moments before, Luna had been running around wildly, climbing on everything in sight. She had spilled her milk bottle and scattered the clean towels Daddy had just folded. It wasn’t out of mischief — she was just a curious baby. But when Daddy saw the mess, he frowned slightly and said in a firm voice, “Luna, sit down there and calm yourself.”
Those words were enough to make the little girl freeze. She didn’t understand why Daddy sounded upset. Her heart sank immediately. She sat down on the small bed in the yard, where the air smelled of flowers and grass, but for her, it felt heavy — like the world had turned gray.
Her lips quivered as she tried to hold back tears. Her big brown eyes glanced toward Daddy, who was cleaning the spilled milk nearby. She wanted to go hug him, to say sorry, but she didn’t dare move yet. She stayed still, her little tail curled tightly around her leg.
The silence stretched for a few long minutes. Luna sniffled softly, her small chest rising and falling as if she was trying not to cry aloud. She looked so innocent — a tiny creature learning the first lessons of gentle discipline and patience.
When Daddy finally turned back and saw her sad face, his heart melted immediately. He walked over slowly, kneeling beside her. “Hey, my little girl,” he said softly, brushing her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t be sad, Daddy just wanted you to learn. You’re still my good baby.”
Hearing that, Luna’s face softened. Her eyes filled with tears again, but this time they were from relief. She reached out her little arms, and Daddy picked her up instantly. She pressed her head into his neck, letting out a small sigh.
The sadness faded as Daddy kissed her forehead gently. Luna’s heart, once heavy, now fluttered softly with love again.
