It was a hot afternoon, and Monkey Lyly had been looking forward to one thing all day—her favorite fizzy soda. She had saved it carefully in the fridge, even placing it at the very back so no one else would take it by accident. Every now and then, she would open the fridge just to check if it was still there.
“Perfect,” Lyly whispered with a smile. “I’ll enjoy it later.”
After finishing her chores, Lyly ran back to the kitchen, excited for her refreshing treat. She opened the fridge quickly and reached for the soda—but something felt strange. The bottle was lighter than she remembered.
“Huh?” she frowned.
Lyly twisted the cap open and peeked inside. To her shock, the soda was almost gone—just a few drops left at the bottom. Her eyes widened, and her heart sank.
“Who drank my soda?” she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.
She looked around the house and soon found Mom sitting comfortably, reading a book. Lyly hesitated, then walked closer.
“Mom… did you drink my soda?” she asked softly.
Mom looked up, a little surprised. “Oh… I was feeling thirsty earlier and saw a bottle in the fridge. I didn’t realize it was yours,” she admitted.
Lyly’s face fell. She didn’t shout or cry, but her disappointment was clear. “I was saving it… I was really excited to drink it,” she said quietly.
Mom immediately felt guilty. She put her book down and reached for Lyly’s hand. “I’m so sorry, Lyly. I should have asked first,” she said sincerely.
Lyly looked down, still feeling upset. It wasn’t just about the soda—it was about something she had been looking forward to, now suddenly gone.
Seeing this, Mom stood up and smiled gently. “Wait here,” she said, heading out the door.
A little while later, Mom returned with not just one, but two bottles of Lyly’s favorite soda. “One to replace what I drank… and one extra to say sorry,” she said warmly.
Lyly’s eyes brightened, though she still felt a little shy. “Thank you, Mom,” she said.
Mom hugged her gently. “Next time, I promise I’ll always ask.”
Lyly nodded, learning that even small misunderstandings can be solved with honesty—and a little extra kindness.
