It was a bright and cheerful morning in the little village where Lala lived. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the playful little monkey was full of energy. Lala had always been adventurous, curious about the world around her. She loved climbing trees, hopping from one branch to another, and exploring every corner of her home.
Dad always reminded her, “Lala, be careful! Don’t run too fast or climb too high.” But of course, Lala’s curiosity was stronger than her caution.
That morning, while Dad was busy preparing breakfast, Lala spotted a butterfly fluttering in the garden. Its wings sparkled with orange and yellow, and it danced so beautifully in the air. Without thinking twice, Lala started chasing it. She leapt over rocks, darted between plants, and giggled with excitement. The butterfly flew higher, and Lala jumped to catch it.
But then—thump!
Lala slipped on a patch of wet grass. She tumbled forward, landing on her little arm and scraping her knee against a rough stone. “Ouchhh!” Lala cried, her face crumpling with pain. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked down at her scraped knee, which was now red and starting to bleed.
Hearing her cry, Dad rushed out of the house. “Lala! What happened?” His heart jumped with worry as he saw her sitting on the ground, clutching her knee. He quickly scooped her up into his arms.
“Oh my poor Lala,” Dad said gently, brushing the dirt off her fur. “Did you get hurt?”
Lala nodded, sniffling. “Butterfly… I fell.”
Dad couldn’t help but sigh with both relief and concern. “That butterfly gave you too much trouble, didn’t it?” But deep inside, he was very worried. Even a small cut could get infected if not treated. He knew he had to take care of Lala right away.
Dad carried her inside and placed her gently on a soft blanket. “Don’t move, my little one. Dad will get the medicine.” He hurried to the small wooden box where he kept bandages, ointment, and clean cloths.
When he returned, Lala’s big round eyes looked at him nervously. “Is it going to hurt, Dad?” she asked softly.
Dad smiled reassuringly. “It might sting just a little, but it will help you heal quickly. Dad promises to be gentle.”
He dipped a clean cloth in warm water and carefully wiped away the dirt around Lala’s scrape. Lala winced but held on tightly to Dad’s hand. Then, Dad blew softly on the wound, just like he always did when she got a scratch, to make her feel brave.
Next, he took the little jar of medicine and dabbed it gently on her knee. “This will make the pain go away faster,” Dad explained. Lala squirmed a little at the sting but then relaxed when Dad hummed a comforting tune. He covered the wound with a soft bandage and gave her knee a gentle pat.
“All done,” Dad said with a smile. “Now, my brave little monkey is safe again.”
Lala sniffled but then managed a small smile. “Thank you, Dad.”
Dad kissed the top of her head. “Always, Lala. Nothing is more important to me than seeing you safe and healthy.”
To cheer her up, Dad brought her a small piece of sweet fruit. “Here, this is for my brave patient.” Lala’s eyes lit up, and she happily munched on the treat.
As the day went on, Dad kept checking on her. He made sure she rested and didn’t try to run around again. But Lala, being full of energy, kept fidgeting and asking, “Dad, can I go outside now?”
Dad shook his head gently. “Not yet, sweetheart. You need to rest so your knee can heal. Running around too soon might make it worse.”
Although she pouted at first, Lala understood. She leaned against Dad’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady, warm, and full of love.
That evening, while the sun set and painted the sky in shades of pink and orange, Dad carried Lala out to the porch. Together they watched the butterflies dance once again in the garden.
“See, Lala,” Dad said softly, “butterflies are beautiful, but you don’t need to chase them. They’ll come to you if you sit still and wait.”
Lala’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yes,” Dad chuckled. “Patience is sometimes more rewarding than running too fast. And besides,” he added, tapping her nose gently, “your safety is more important than catching a butterfly.”
Lala thought about his words and nodded. “I’ll be careful next time, Dad.”
The next few days, Dad continued to care for her wound. Every morning, he would clean it, apply medicine, and change the bandage. He always spoke gently, telling her stories or singing songs while he worked, so she wouldn’t feel afraid. Slowly, the scrape began to heal
One day, Lala proudly showed Dad her knee. “Look! It’s not hurting anymore!”
Dad examined it carefully and smiled. “You’re healing well, my strong little monkey.”
Lala beamed with pride. “I listened to you, Dad. I rested, and now I feel better!”
Dad hugged her tightly. “Yes, and I’m so proud of you.”
From that day on, whenever Lala saw a butterfly, she remembered Dad’s words. Instead of chasing it recklessly, she would sit quietly and watch. Sometimes, to her amazement, a butterfly would land nearby, as if keeping her company.
Lala learned that accidents can happen when she’s too careless, but with Dad by her side, she also learned the importance of safety, patience, and love.
And Dad? He continued to watch over her with gentle eyes and a protective heart, always ready with medicine, comfort, and endless love whenever his little one needed him.
That night, as they both snuggled together under the stars, Lala whispered, “Dad, you’re the best doctor ever.”
Dad chuckled softly. “And you’re the bravest patient I’ve ever had.”
Together, they laughed, their hearts full of warmth, knowing that no matter what happened, their bond would always make them strong.
