Lala can’t sleep due to serious eye problems so Kien tries everything to save her eyes!

It was a quiet evening in the village. The air was cool, and the stars had started twinkling in the sky. But in a small, cozy home near the banana grove, something was terribly wrong.

Lala, the sweet baby monkey, was tossing and turning in her little blanket. Her eyes, usually bright and playful, were swollen and red. She rubbed them constantly with her tiny hands, whimpering softly.

Kien, a kind-hearted farmer who had raised Lala like his own child, noticed something wasn’t right. He gently picked her up and looked into her eyes.

“Oh no, Lala,” he whispered, full of worry. “Your eyes… they look so painful.”

Lala gave a tiny cry and snuggled closer into Kien’s chest. She hadn’t slept properly for two nights. The itching and pain made her restless. She couldn’t keep her eyes open without tearing up, and she couldn’t close them for long without feeling the burning sensation return.

Kien called out to his wife, “Mai! Come quickly. Lala’s eyes are worse!”

Mai rushed over and gasped when she saw Lala. “We have to do something. She’s suffering.”

Kien nodded. “I’ll take her to the vet first thing in the morning. But tonight… we need to help her rest.”

He tried everything to soothe Lala that night. First, he placed a cool, damp cloth over her eyes. For a moment, Lala relaxed, but the relief was temporary. Soon, she was whimpering again

Next, Kien made a herbal wash using chamomile and green tea leaves, known in the village to ease irritation. He gently dabbed it around her eyes. Lala leaned into his touch, but the itching and discomfort didn’t go away.

By midnight, Lala hadn’t slept at all. She held onto Kien’s shirt tightly, her little body trembling with fatigue and pain.

“I can’t just sit here,” Kien said with determination. “We have to find out what’s wrong.”

He took out his old laptop and searched for symptoms: swollen eyes, tearing, redness, and sensitivity to light. The internet suggested it could be a serious eye infection — maybe conjunctivitis, or even a scratch on the cornea.

“No wonder she can’t sleep,” Kien murmured. “Poor baby.”

He remembered something—Old Dr. San, the retired vet who lived at the edge of the village. He used to take care of wildlife and had helped Kien before. Without a second thought, Kien wrapped Lala in a soft blanket and rushed off into the night.

When he knocked on Dr. San’s door, the old man opened it slowly, blinking in surprise.

“Kien? It’s past midnight!”

“I’m sorry, Doctor, but Lala’s in pain. It’s her eyes. She can’t sleep. Please, can you help her?”

Dr. San looked at Lala and immediately waved them inside. “Let me take a look.”

Under the gentle light of a small lamp, Dr. San examined Lala’s eyes carefully. He frowned and said, “She’s got a serious case of eye infection. It might be bacterial. If not treated quickly, it could damage her vision.”

Kien’s heart sank.

“Will she be okay?” he asked, his voice shaking.

Dr. San nodded. “Yes, but she needs proper medicine. I have antibiotic drops, but you’ll have to apply them several times a day and keep her from rubbing her eyes.”

“I’ll do everything,” Kien promised.

Dr. San gave Kien the drops and some soothing gel to help Lala rest. “Keep her calm. And make sure she gets fluids. Eye infections can make animals tired and dehydrated.”

Back at home, Kien gently put the drops in Lala’s eyes. She squeaked and flinched, but within minutes, her crying slowed. He held her in his arms, rocking her gently.

Finally, after three days of pain, Lala began to sleep.

Kien didn’t leave her side. Every few hours, he applied the medicine, sang softly to her, and wiped away the crust from her eyes. He even wore sunglasses in front of her to encourage her to keep her own eyes closed and rest.

By the third day, Lala opened her eyes and blinked up at him with much less redness. The swelling had gone down, and her tears were gone. She squealed happily and climbed onto his shoulder.

“She’s healing,” Mai said, watching them both with relief. “You did everything for her.”

Kien smiled and kissed Lala’s head. “She’s my little girl. I’ll never let her suffer alone.”

Word spread around the village about what Kien had done for Lala. Children came to visit her with little treats. Even the village elder came by and said, “You’ve got a heart as big as a mountain, Kien. Not everyone would do this for an animal.”

But Kien just shrugged. “She’s not just an animal. She’s family.”

A week later, Lala was fully recovered. Her eyes sparkled with joy, and she was back to her playful self — stealing fruits, climbing trees, and chasing butterflies. But now, she had a new habit.

Every night, before bed, Lala would climb into Kien’s lap, press her forehead gently against his, and close her eyes. It was her way of saying thank you.

And every time she did, Kien smiled and whispered, “Sleep well, Lala. You’re safe now.”

From that day on, no matter how tired he was, Kien never forgot to check Lala’s eyes and give her a warm hug before bedtime. Because he had learned that even the smallest, quietest cries for help deserve all the love in the world.