The soft morning light filtered through the thin curtains as CUTIS quietly stepped out of his room. Today was not just any day—it was a day filled with gentle planning, silent teamwork, and a heartwarming mission that only he and the baby monkey knew about. In the small house nestled close to the orchard, CUTIS’ mom was pregnant and needed extra care. She refused to rest too much, insisting she was still strong, but CUTIS could see the tiredness in her eyes. And surprisingly, he wasn’t the only one who noticed.
The tiny baby monkey—full of energy, mischief, and a heart soft as cotton—had developed a special bond with CUTIS’ mom from the day she arrived at the farm. Maybe it was the way she fed him bananas gently without rushing him, or maybe it was the tender voice she used whenever she called his name. Whatever it was, the little monkey adored her. And now, sensing something different about her growing belly, he had become even more protective, even more observant.
CUTIS whispered to him early that morning, crouching down to the monkey’s eye level, “Today we take care of Mom, okay? She needs to rest. We help her in secret.”
The baby monkey blinked, then nodded dramatically as though he understood every word. CUTIS chuckled softly. Their secret mission had begun.
The First Task: Preparing Breakfast in Silence
CUTIS tiptoed into the kitchen, and the baby monkey followed closely behind, gripping CUTIS’ leg like a shy little assistant. CUTIS knew his mom loved warm ginger tea—it eased her morning nausea—so he prepared it gently, slowly. The monkey watched him carefully, eyes wide and curious.
When CUTIS turned around, he saw the monkey struggling to carry a banana from the fruit basket, both hands wrapped around it, trying not to drop it. CUTIS whispered, “That’s for Mom? Good boy.”
He lifted the monkey onto the counter and let him place the banana gently beside the steaming cup. Together, they arranged a tray with toast, fruit, and the ginger tea. The monkey clapped softly, proud of their creation.
They walked toward the bedroom carefully—CUTIS holding the tray while the monkey walked on tiptoe like a tiny soldier. When they reached the door, CUTIS pushed it open lightly. Mom lay there peacefully, eyes half-open, surprised to see breakfast delivered by her son and a tiny monkey serving as assistant.
“Oh… what is all this?” she asked, touched by the gesture.
CUTIS smiled innocently. “Just something small. You need strength.”
The monkey hopped onto the bed, gently touching her belly with understanding eyes. Mom laughed and stroked his head. “Thank you too, little doctor.”
CUTIS and the monkey exchanged a small victorious glance. The mission was working.
The Second Task: Making the House Safer for Mom
The chores of the day were many, but CUTIS didn’t want Mom doing anything. She always insisted on sweeping or washing some dishes. Today was their secret day to do everything before she even tried.
CUTIS picked up the broom. Meanwhile, the baby monkey grabbed the small hand brush—clearly proud to help. He dragged it across the floor, though most of the dust ended up on his own feet. Still, CUTIS smiled. “Good job,” he whispered, even though he knew he’d have to fix it later.
Mom walked out into the living room and froze. The house was spotless. CUTIS pretended to be busy while the monkey tried sweeping again, this time accidentally knocking down a slipper. Mom laughed softly.
“Why are you two working so hard today?”
CUTIS shrugged. “Just want you to rest.”
The baby monkey puffed out his chest as if he had done all the cleaning himself.
The Third Task: Surprising Mom with Fresh Mangoes
Later that morning, while Mom was taking her nap, CUTIS and the monkey slipped out to the orchard. The trees were full of sunny yellow mangoes, ripened perfectly. CUTIS wanted to pick the sweetest one for Mom—a fruit soft enough for her to enjoy easily.
The baby monkey climbed the tree first, as nimble and fearless as ever. CUTIS followed closely, watching him pluck a small mango with both hands and hold it up proudly. CUTIS gently took it from him, but then saw the monkey reaching for another one—this time a little bigger, brighter, more golden.
The little monkey seemed to know which mango Mom would like best.
CUTIS filled a small basket, and together they carried it home. When Mom woke up and saw the basket by her bed, her eyes softened. “Oh my… these are my favorite.”
The monkey climbed onto her lap and pressed his forehead lightly against her stomach, as though greeting the unborn baby. Mom laughed and wiped a tear from her eye. “You two… you’re spoiling me.”
And CUTIS smiled, pretending he didn’t see the tear.
The Fourth Task: A Soft Afternoon of Love and Comfort
The afternoon sun made the house warm and peaceful. CUTIS brought a small pillow for Mom’s back, and the baby monkey brought a tiny leaf—his version of a pillow, apparently. He placed it beside hers, patting it gently.
Mom burst into laughter. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
CUTIS sat beside her, fanning her slowly to keep her cool. The baby monkey imitated him, using a smaller leaf and fanning her belly. CUTIS tried not to laugh too loudly, but the sight was too adorable.
For a moment, the house felt like a bubble of love and peace. No noise. No stress. Just the three of them, quietly sharing an afternoon of tenderness.
The Final Task: A Song Before Bed
That night, CUTIS tucked his mother into bed. The baby monkey jumped up beside her, curling into a soft ball at her side. He placed his tiny hand on her arm and gazed at her with protective eyes.
CUTIS whispered, “We did good today.”
The monkey nodded again, much more confidently this time.
Mom stroked them both—her son on one side, the little monkey on the other.
“You two are my angels,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
CUTIS swallowed the emotion building in his chest. He kissed her forehead. “We’ll always take care of you, Mom.”
The baby monkey leaned forward and pressed his tiny lips on her cheek in a soft little kiss.
Mom laughed softly as tears rolled down her face.
CUTIS turned off the light. And together, he and the baby monkey walked out of the room, their secret mission complete—though in their hearts, they knew they would keep caring for her every day.
Because love wasn’t a one-time act. It was a promise.
A promise they would keep.
In the quiet of the night, CUTIS smiled and whispered to his tiny partner, “Tomorrow, we do it again.”
