Monkey Puka sat on the floor, his little hand cradled against his chest, a frown creasing his furry face. “Ouch, my hand hurts!” he exclaimed, looking up at his mom with big, worried eyes.
Seeing her son in distress, Mama Puka rushed over. “Oh, sweetheart, let me see,” she said gently, taking his tiny paw in her warm hands. She examined it carefully, noticing a small scrape on his palm.
“Looks like you had a little adventure, huh?” she said, her tone soothing. Mama Puka fetched a soft cloth and some cool water, gently wiping the scrape. “This will help cool it down,” she explained, as she wrapped the cloth around his hand.
Then, she brought out a special bandage adorned with bright colors and fun patterns. “How about this? It’ll make your hand feel better and look super cool too!” Monkey Puka’s eyes lit up at the sight of the bandage.
With a gentle kiss on his forehead, Mama Puka added, “Remember, it’s okay to feel hurt sometimes, but I’m here to help you heal.” Slowly, the pain in Monkey Puka’s hand began to fade, replaced by the warmth of his mom’s care and love.
