Lala, the adorable little baby monkey, had always been full of energy, curiosity, and a heart full of love for her mom. Every day, she played from sunrise to sunset, swinging on vines, climbing trees, and chasing butterflies. But when the sun dipped below the hills and the stars began to twinkle, Lala always returned to her tiny old bed — a soft patch of worn blankets under a leafy roof. It had been her bed since she was very small, and although she had outgrown it, she never complained.
Lala’s mom, however, noticed everything. She had watched Lala sleep curled up with her legs hanging off the edge, or bunching up the blankets into a pile to feel cozy. It made her heart ache a little — not because Lala wasn’t comfortable, but because she deserved something better.
One day, while Lala was playing hide-and-seek with her monkey friends near the stream, Mom quietly disappeared into the forest. She had been secretly collecting soft leaves, vines, and bits of wood from special trees for weeks. And now, it was time to build something very special.
With the help of Uncle Bobo, a strong and clever monkey who loved carpentry, Mom worked from morning until noon, carefully tying and shaping the frame. Then she layered the bed with fluffy leaves and handmade cushions sewn from banana leaves and flower petals. On top, she placed a soft pink blanket — a gift from a kind human she had once helped.
When the bed was finally complete, it looked like something out of a fairy tale — elegant, colorful, and so inviting. Mom stood back and smiled, her heart full of anticipation. She knew how much Lala loved surprises.
That evening, as Lala returned from her games, her face glowing with laughter, Mom stood at the entrance of their home with a warm, mysterious smile.
“Lala,” she said gently, “I have something to show you.”
Lala tilted her head. “What is it, Mommy?”
Mom took her hand and led her inside. As they stepped into the sleeping corner of their little tree home, Lala stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened, and her little mouth opened in awe.
“A… new bed?” she whispered, walking slowly toward it. “Is it for… me?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” Mom said softly, kneeling beside her. “You’re growing up so fast, and you deserve a bed that’s just as lovely and special as you are.”
Lala’s eyes sparkled with tears of joy. She threw her tiny arms around her mom and squealed, “Thank you, Mommy! It’s the most beautiful bed in the whole world!”
She immediately climbed onto it, bouncing gently on the soft layers. “It’s so comfy! Oh, and look — flowers on the pillow! And it smells like jasmine!”
Mom laughed, watching her baby monkey explore every inch of her new bed. “I made it with lots of love,” she said. “And I got a little help from Uncle Bobo, too.”
That night, bedtime was different. Instead of struggling to squeeze into her small corner, Lala had space to stretch out, to roll over, and even to hug her favorite stuffed banana toy without it falling off the edge. As she lay under her new pink blanket, staring at the twinkling stars through the open roof, she felt more loved than ever.
Before drifting off, she whispered, “Mommy, this is the best gift ever.”
Mom, sitting nearby with a soft smile, reached over and kissed Lala’s forehead. “Sleep well, my little star.”
The next day, word of Lala’s new bed spread quickly through the monkey village. Curious little monkeys came by to peek at it. Some of them gasped, others clapped, and a few even asked if they could try it just for a minute.
“It’s even better than the hammock at Grandpa’s place!” one monkey declared.
“Do you think your mom can make one for me too?” another asked hopefully.
Lala beamed with pride. “Maybe! But this one is mine.”
She began inviting her friends for bedtime stories right beside the new bed. Mom would gather them in a circle and tell magical tales of jungle adventures, brave heroes, and clever animals. Sometimes, they all fell asleep piled around the bed, giggling and dreaming together.
Weeks passed, and the bed became more than just a place to sleep. It was a space of love, comfort, and imagination. Lala added her own decorations — a vine across the top with hanging flowers, a small wooden carving of her and Mom, and even a glow-in-the-dark mushroom she had found near the waterfall.
One evening, as Lala was brushing her fur with a special comb Mom had given her, she looked up and said, “Mommy, why did you give me such a nice bed? I didn’t even ask for one.”
Mom smiled and sat beside her. “Because I love you, Lala. And when you love someone, you try to make their life a little brighter, even when they don’t ask for it.”
Lala looked at her bed, then at her mom, and hugged her tightly. “When I grow up, I want to surprise you with something special too.”
“You already do,” Mom whispered. “Every single day.”
From that moment on, Lala became more thoughtful. She began making small gifts for Mom — a flower crown, a tiny bracelet made from tree sap and seeds, even a banana muffin (with some help from Grandma). She had learned from Mom that love wasn’t always about big things — it was about noticing, caring, and showing it in sweet, simple ways.
The lovely bed was a turning point. It wasn’t just a gift — it was a symbol of a mother’s love, of quiet sacrifices, and of the beautiful bond between parent and child.
And every night, as Lala curled up under her blanket, she would whisper her thanks — not just for the bed, but for the heart that gave it to her.
And under the soft glow of the moon, surrounded by love, Lala would sleep peacefully, dreaming of ways to bring joy to others — just as her mom had done for her.
The End.
