The Angkor Wat forest gets silent at night. The sounds of the tourists disappear, the wind slows down, and only the soft chirping of insects remains. That night, as the sun faded behind the ancient stones, I saw a moment I will never forget — a moment that showed how love needs no language to speak.
Little Baila was tired. Her tiny head kept dropping as she tried to stay awake, but her body was simply too small to fight sleep. Tinky, her playful little brother, had finally stopped jumping around and slowed his breathing. And right between them… sat Binky — their older sister, calm and protective like a real guardian of the forest.
She didn’t make a sound. She didn’t show off. She simply watched over them.
With gentle hands, she gave Baila a soft touch, almost like a lullaby without words. Then, she pulled Tinky closer to keep him warm. There was no fighting. No jealousy. Only family. Only quiet love.
As I watched them, I felt something strong inside my heart. Maybe we all have someone like Binky — someone who protects us without asking for anything back. Or maybe… sometimes we are the Binky for someone else.
The forest breeze moved the leaves above them, almost like nature itself was singing a bedtime song. Binky kept looking around — making sure no danger was close. Every time a sound came from the bushes, her eyes followed it sharply… but she never let go of Tinky or Baila.
In the wild, survival is everything. Food, safety, territory — they fight for it every single day. But tonight, none of that seemed to matter. What mattered was love. What mattered was family.
