It was a calm morning on the farm, and little monkey Lala was busy arranging her toy cups for pretend tea. She hummed a happy tune, waiting for Mom to join her.

But when Mom walked over, Lala noticed something that made her freeze.

There was a small red wound on Mom’s leg.

“Mama!” Lala cried, rushing over. “What happened?! Are you okay?”

Mom smiled softly. “It’s just a little scratch, sweetheart. I tripped on a stone while sweeping near the garden.”

Lala’s eyes filled with concern. She gently reached out and touched Mom’s leg with her tiny fingers. “Does it hurt?”

“A little,” Mom said. “But I cleaned it, and it’s already getting better.”

But Lala didn’t feel better. She hurried to her toy box and pulled out her pretend doctor kit.

“Don’t move, Mama. I’ll fix it!” she said with serious eyes.

She gently blew on the wound, just like Mom did for her scrapes. Then she placed a soft tissue over it and kissed it gently.

“All better now,” she whispered.

Mom chuckled and picked her up. “You’re the best nurse in the world.”

Lala still hugged her tightly, not letting go. “I don’t like it when you get hurt.”

“I know,” Mom said, stroking her head. “But it makes me feel better knowing you love me so much.”

That evening, Lala brought Mom a flower and made her sit down to rest while she served imaginary tea and fruit snacks.

Mom smiled, watching her sweet little monkey fuss over her.

Because in Lala’s heart, love meant taking care of each other — even with pretend bandages and tiny hands full of worry.