It was a calm and peaceful morning on the farm. The sun had just risen, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink. Birds chirped cheerfully, and a soft breeze rustled through the trees. CUTIS, the clever little farmer boy with a big heart, had just finished feeding the animals with his usual enthusiasm. But something felt different that day. A strange silence hung in the air, and CUTIS sensed it deep in his heart.
He glanced over toward the little wooden house where his mom was usually making breakfast, but the door was still closed. That was odd. His mom, known for her energy and loving spirit, was always up before everyone, making food and smiling as she moved through her morning chores. CUTIS hurried to the door and gently pushed it open.
Inside, he saw his mom sitting on a small chair near the kitchen counter, her hand resting on her head. Her face looked pale, and her eyes blinked slowly like someone lost in a fog. She tried to smile when she saw CUTIS, but the smile faded quickly. Her voice was weak and trembling, “CUTIS… I feel a bit dizzy. Just need to sit down for a while.”
CUTIS immediately rushed to her side. “Mom! What’s wrong? Are you sick?” he asked, his voice trembling with worry. He placed a small hand on her forehead—it felt warm. Too warm.
His heart started pounding. CUTIS had always been the brave and resourceful one on the farm, helping with animals, lifting heavy buckets, even fixing things with Dad. But this was different. Seeing his mom like this made him feel small and scared. He didn’t want to panic, but his eyes filled with tears. He knew he couldn’t handle this alone.
“Dad!” he cried out instinctively. But Dad had gone to the market early that morning, and the market was far away. CUTIS didn’t hesitate—he ran outside, searching for the walkie-talkie that Dad had given him in case of emergencies. His small hands fumbled with the buttons until he heard the familiar static hum of connection.
“Dad! Dad! Please come back quick! Mom is dizzy and she looks very sick!” CUTIS shouted into the walkie-talkie, his voice breaking with fear.
A crackle, then silence. CUTIS held his breath.
“CUTIS? I hear you. What happened? Are you okay?” Dad’s voice finally responded. Calm, but filled with sudden concern.
“It’s Mom! She’s really dizzy. I don’t know what to do. She looks like she’s going to faint!” CUTIS replied urgently.
“Stay calm, son. I’m on my way,” Dad said firmly. “Keep her sitting, give her a little water if she can sip, and don’t let her fall asleep until I arrive. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”
CUTIS wiped his eyes and ran back inside. He found a cup, filled it with cool water, and gently helped his mom take a few sips. She tried to reassure him, “I’m okay, sweetheart. Maybe it’s just low blood pressure.”
But CUTIS wasn’t taking any chances. He stayed by her side, holding her hand and talking to her, just like Dad had said. He talked about everything—the animals, his favorite fruit trees, even the funny time the goat had chewed on Dad’s pants. He kept her awake and engaged, even though tears silently slipped down his cheeks.
Twenty minutes later, a cloud of dust appeared in the distance. Dad’s motorcycle came speeding down the path like a rocket. CUTIS felt his heart lighten for the first time that morning. He jumped up and ran outside, waving frantically.
Dad didn’t waste a second. He rushed into the house, checked on Mom carefully, and gave her proper care. After some minutes and a little medicine, her color slowly returned and the dizziness started to fade.
“Thank you for staying with her,” Dad said to CUTIS, pulling him into a strong, warm hug. “You did exactly the right thing. I’m proud of you.”
CUTIS sniffled and nodded. “I was really scared, Dad. I thought… I thought something bad might happen.”
“I know, buddy,” Dad said gently. “But because you were brave and acted fast, Mom is safe now.”
As Mom rested in bed with Dad keeping a close watch, CUTIS stepped outside and sat on the wooden step of their porch. The breeze felt a little cooler now, and the birds were still singing. The morning felt less scary with Dad home and Mom smiling again.
CUTIS looked up at the sky and whispered, “Please keep Mom safe always.”
Later that evening, after Mom had eaten some soup and regained her strength, she called CUTIS over. Her voice was gentle, and her eyes sparkled with love.
“You’re my little hero,” she said softly, brushing his hair with her fingers. “When I was feeling dizzy, just seeing your face gave me comfort. Thank you for calling Dad and staying with me.”
CUTIS smiled shyly. “I just wanted to help. I didn’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” she said, holding him close. “Because love like this is what keeps us strong.”
That night, CUTIS couldn’t sleep. He kept thinking about the morning, about the fear and worry—but also the strength he had found inside himself. He realized that even though he was small, his actions could make a big difference. He had learned something powerful: courage doesn’t mean not being afraid—it means doing the right thing even when you’re scared.
As the moon shone softly through the window, CUTIS promised himself to always take care of his family. No matter what. Because love, courage, and a strong heart were the greatest tools a little farmer like him could ever have.
And from that day on, he always kept the walkie-talkie close—just in case.
