The house was unusually quiet in the days following the arrival of the newborn baby. Mom, exhausted but glowing with the joy of motherhood, spent most of her time resting in bed with the little one tucked safely at her side. Dad took charge of daily chores, moving quickly from the kitchen to the garden, from the laundry to the baby’s crib. CUTIS and the baby monkey, however, felt restless.
They were used to a lively home filled with laughter, play, and chaos. But now, everything revolved around caring for Mom and the fragile newborn. CUTIS understood this. She knew Mom needed love, support, and plenty of rest. And she also knew one very important thing: Mom loved food.
“Monkey,” CUTIS whispered one morning, crouching down in the living room as the baby monkey picked at a toy. “I’ve got an idea. Let’s cook for Mom!”
The monkey’s ears perked up immediately. He clapped his little hands, squeaking in excitement. “Ooh-ooh! Ah-ah!”
“Yes!” CUTIS continued, her eyes sparkling. “We’ll show Mom that we can take care of her too. We’ll cook something special—something that will make her strong and happy after giving birth.”
The monkey tilted his head, unsure, but when CUTIS mimed stirring a big pot and tasting soup, he jumped up and down with glee. The mission was set: CUTIS and the monkey were about to become chefs.
The Kitchen Takeover
The kitchen, however, was a battlefield waiting to happen. Dad had already warned them not to touch the stove without him. But CUTIS had a plan: they wouldn’t use anything dangerous. Instead, they would create meals using safe ingredients and little tricks she had learned from watching Mom.
CUTIS marched into the pantry, the monkey trailing behind her like a loyal assistant. She pulled out vegetables—carrots, pumpkins, and sweet potatoes. She grabbed rice and lentils from the shelf. She even spotted fresh herbs from Dad’s small garden.
“Okay, monkey,” she said seriously. “Mom needs food that’s warm, soft, and full of energy. After giving birth, she needs strength, right?”
The monkey nodded, stuffing a sweet potato into his mouth before CUTIS caught him.
“No, no!” she scolded, pulling it back. “This is for Mom, not you!”
The monkey pouted but quickly bounced back, running to fetch a small pot. CUTIS giggled. “Good helper!”
Cooking, CUTIS-Style
CUTIS set the pot on the small electric cooker Dad sometimes used for tea. “This is safe,” she said proudly. She added water, then tossed in the rice and lentils.
“Now stir,” she commanded. The monkey grabbed a wooden spoon and stirred wildly, splashing water all over the counter. CUTIS yelped and quickly took over, laughing. “Not too crazy! Gently, like this.”
As the pot began to simmer, the smell of warm porridge filled the air. CUTIS carefully chopped carrots into tiny pieces. The monkey tried to imitate her, but instead of cutting, he banged the knife on the cutting board like a drum. CUTIS burst out laughing. “You’re the funniest chef ever!”
Together, they added the carrots, pumpkin, and a pinch of salt. CUTIS sprinkled herbs for flavor, while the monkey carefully dropped in small ginger slices.
“Mom always says ginger makes her feel better,” CUTIS explained.
When the porridge was ready, it glowed with warmth and smelled heavenly. CUTIS clapped her hands in delight. “Perfect! Now let’s make one more thing.”
She reached for bananas and milk. With the monkey’s help, she mashed the bananas into a smooth paste, then mixed it with warm milk and honey. It wasn’t fancy, but it was sweet and full of comfort.
The Presentation
CUTIS knew presentation mattered. She arranged everything carefully on a tray: the steaming bowl of porridge, the cup of banana milk, and even a small flower the monkey had plucked from the garden.
“Looks amazing,” CUTIS whispered proudly. “Monkey, we’re really doing this!”
The monkey squealed happily, balancing the spoon in his mouth as if he were part of a grand ceremony. CUTIS giggled and removed it, patting his head.
The Surprise for Mom
Quietly, they tiptoed into Mom’s room. She was resting, the newborn sleeping peacefully in her arms. CUTIS placed the tray on the bedside table, then tapped Mom gently on the shoulder.
“Mom,” she whispered. “Wake up. We made something for you.”
Mom’s eyes fluttered open, tired but curious. When she saw the tray, she gasped softly. “You… you made this?”
CUTIS nodded eagerly. “Yes! Me and monkey! We wanted to take care of you, just like you take care of us.”
The baby monkey jumped onto the bed, bowing dramatically as if he were presenting a feast to a queen. Mom laughed, tears forming in her eyes.
She took a spoonful of the porridge, blowing gently before tasting it. Her eyes widened in surprise. “This is… delicious!”
CUTIS grinned ear to ear. “Really? We worked so hard!”
The monkey clapped his hands proudly, then tried to steal a spoonful for himself. Mom quickly fed him a little bite, and he squeaked in delight.
Dad’s Reaction
Just then, Dad peeked into the room. “What’s going on here?” he asked. When he saw Mom enjoying the food, his eyebrows shot up. “Wait—did you two cook this?”
CUTIS puffed her chest. “Yes! We wanted to help. We wanted Mom to feel better.”
Dad stared at them for a moment, then broke into laughter. “Unbelievable. You two are really something else.”
He walked over, kissed CUTIS on the forehead, and patted the monkey’s head. “I’m proud of you both. You showed real love today.”
A Family Moment
Mom finished the porridge, drinking the banana milk slowly. “This,” she said softly, “is the best meal I’ve had in a long time. Not because it’s fancy, but because it’s full of love.”
CUTIS crawled onto the bed beside her, hugging her gently. The monkey nestled close too, resting his little head on Mom’s lap.
The newborn stirred, opening tiny eyes before falling back asleep. The room was filled with peace and warmth, the kind that only family could bring.
Mom stroked CUTIS’s hair and whispered, “You’re growing up so fast. And little monkey—you’re more than just a pet. You’re family.”
The monkey squeaked happily, closing his eyes in contentment. CUTIS felt her heart swell with pride.
The Promise
That night, as CUTIS lay in bed with the monkey curled beside her, she whispered, “We did it. We really took care of Mom.”
The monkey opened one eye, squeaked softly, and hugged her arm. CUTIS smiled. “Let’s promise to always take care of her—and the baby too. We’re a team.”
The monkey nodded sleepily, drifting off into dreams of more cooking adventures.
And as the stars shone brightly outside, the CUTIS family rested peacefully, hearts full of love. The unbelievable cooking duo had not only filled Mom’s stomach but also strengthened the bond that tied them all together.
From that day on, whenever Mom tasted porridge or banana milk, she always remembered the time CUTIS and the baby monkey showed off their special cooking skills—not just to feed her body, but to nourish her soul.
