The morning sun shimmered gently through the tall banana trees surrounding the little countryside home. The air smelled of fresh grass and warm earth, while distant birds chirped melodies that promised another day full of love, laughter, and maybe a bit of mischief.
Inside the small but happy household, everyone was still asleep — everyone except Cutis.
Cutis, the little boy with the bright eyes and big heart, was already wide awake. Ever since his pregnant Mom had started needing more rest, he’d quietly taken on a big role around the house. At first, he didn’t think much of it — just helping here and there. But as time went on, everyone started noticing: Cutis had become the pillar of the family.
A New Morning Responsibility ☀️
Cutis slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the porch. The baby monkey, still half-asleep, peeked at him from his basket, rubbing its tiny eyes and yawning.
“Shhh,” Cutis whispered. “Mom’s still sleeping. We have to take care of everything today.”
The monkey blinked and tilted its head, clearly not fully understanding, but it followed anyway, hopping onto Cutis’s shoulder as if to say, I’m your assistant today.
The sun was barely above the horizon when they stepped outside. The goats bleated from their pen, waiting for breakfast. The ducks were already quacking, pacing near the pond.
Cutis placed his hands on his hips. “Okay, team,” he said with a little grin, “we’ve got work to do!”
The baby monkey clapped his hands as if cheering him on.
Feeding the Goat
The first task of the day was feeding the goat — a stubborn, mischievous creature who always found a way to cause trouble.
Cutis carried a small bucket of grass and banana leaves over to the pen. “Good morning, Mr. Goat!” he called cheerfully.
The goat bleated loudly in response, pushing at the wooden gate impatiently. The baby monkey clung to Cutis’s back, peeking over his shoulder to watch.
But as soon as Cutis opened the gate, the goat burst out, charging straight into the yard.
“Ahhh! Come back!” Cutis shouted, running after it.
The goat dashed around wildly, kicking up dust, while the monkey jumped from Cutis’s shoulder to the goat’s back, trying to “help” by holding its ears. The sight was pure comedy — a little boy chasing a goat, while a baby monkey rode it like a cowboy.
Mom, awakened by the noise, peeked out the window and burst into laughter. “Oh my goodness! Cutis, what on earth are you doing?”
“I’m trying to feed him, Mom!” Cutis called back, laughing too. “But he’s too fast!”
Finally, after a few minutes of chaos, Cutis managed to grab the goat’s rope and lead it back to the pen. The baby monkey hopped down, landing proudly on Cutis’s shoulder again.
The goat, finally calm, began munching on its food. Cutis sighed in relief. “See? I told you we could do it!”
Mom watched from the doorway, shaking her head with a smile. “You’re becoming quite the young man, Cutis. My little helper.”
Cutis beamed with pride.
Caring for the Baby Monkey 🐒
After feeding the goat, it was time to look after the monkey — his best friend and partner in every adventure.
Cutis filled a small bowl with milk and fruit, then sat on the porch, gently feeding the monkey piece by piece. The monkey squealed with joy, clapping its tiny hands after every bite.
Mom sat nearby, her eyes soft with pride. “You’re so gentle with him,” she said. “He listens to you more than anyone.”
Cutis smiled shyly. “He’s like my little brother, Mom.”
The monkey seemed to understand because it wrapped its tiny arms around Cutis’s neck and snuggled close.
Mom chuckled, resting a hand on her belly. “You’re already practicing for when your baby brother or sister arrives, aren’t you?”
Cutis nodded seriously. “I want to be ready. I’ll take care of everyone — you, baby, monkey, and goat too.”
Mom’s heart swelled with emotion. Her little boy wasn’t just playing anymore. He was growing — learning what it meant to love, protect, and care.
The Unbelievable Moment 😯
Later that afternoon, something unexpected happened that truly showed how far Cutis had come.
While Mom was inside resting, a sudden rainstorm rolled in. Heavy raindrops began to pour, and the animals scattered for shelter.
The goat bleated loudly, scared by the thunder. The baby monkey screeched, clinging to a fence post.
Cutis didn’t hesitate for even a second. He ran into the yard, rain soaking his clothes instantly, and started herding everyone to safety.
“Come on! This way!” he shouted through the rain.
He opened the barn door wide, guiding the goats inside first. The stubborn one refused to move, standing in the middle of the yard.
Cutis ran back, grabbed its rope, and gently but firmly led it in. The monkey, trembling from the cold, leapt into his arms.
When all the animals were safe, Cutis closed the barn doors and sat down, holding the baby monkey close to his chest to keep it warm. He whispered softly, “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe.”
Mom came running with an umbrella, her eyes wide with worry. “Cutis! You could have caught a cold!”
But when she saw him sitting there — soaked, muddy, but smiling with the monkey in his arms and the goats safe behind him — she couldn’t help but cry tears of pride.
“Oh, my brave boy…” she whispered, kneeling down to hug him. “You’re truly the pillar of our family.”
Cutis smiled sheepishly. “I just wanted to help, Mom.”
She hugged him tighter, whispering, “You did more than help. You made sure everyone was safe.”
Evening Love & Laughter 💛
When the storm passed, the air smelled fresh and clean. The sky turned pink as the sun began to set behind the hills.
Mom brought out a warm blanket and wrapped Cutis and the baby monkey together on the porch. The goat peeked its head out of the barn, chewing quietly as if saying thank you.
Mom sat beside them, patting Cutis’s hair. “You know,” she said softly, “before, I worried about how things would be when the baby comes. But now, I know everything will be okay — because I have you.”
Cutis blushed. “Really, Mom?”
“Really,” she said with a smile. “You’re our little hero. Our pillar.”
The monkey chirped and climbed onto Cutis’s shoulder, making a funny face. Cutis laughed, “See, even Monkey agrees!”
Mom chuckled too. “That monkey should give you a medal!”
They spent the rest of the evening together — laughing, feeding the animals, and sharing stories. The stars began to appear, twinkling softly above, as the peaceful sound of the night wrapped around their little home.
The baby monkey curled up in Cutis’s lap, yawning. The goat settled down near the barn door, calm and content. And Mom, with her heart full of love, watched her son with tearful eyes.
Her once mischievous boy had become her strength — the heart of their little family.
The Next Morning 🌅
When dawn returned, everything sparkled — the grass, the leaves, even the smiles on their faces.
Mom came out to the porch and saw Cutis already at work again, feeding the animals with care, talking softly to them as if they understood every word.
The goat nudged his leg affectionately. The baby monkey, now awake and playful, climbed onto his head and clapped his tiny hands.
Cutis laughed, his voice full of happiness. “Good morning, everyone! Let’s make today another good day!”
Mom watched silently, her heart swelling with pride. She whispered softly to herself, “My little Cutis… my pillar of love and laughter.”
The baby monkey squeaked, the goat bleated, and the morning breeze carried their sounds into the open sky.
Because sometimes, the strongest pillars aren’t the tallest or the oldest — they’re the ones with the biggest hearts.
And for this little family, Cutis was that heart. 💛🐒🐐
