Linda was usually a cheerful little baby monkey, playful and full of energy. But that afternoon, everything felt different. Mom had gone out to work in the field, leaving Linda with her soft blanket and a small bottle of milk. At first, Linda tried to stay calm, sniffing around the room, hoping mom would come back quickly. She paced in small circles, tail shaking restlessly. Minutes felt like hours for a baby who only understood closeness and warmth.
Soon the sadness grew too heavy. Linda sat on the floor, eyes watery, ears low. She peeked toward the door again and again — but mom didn’t walk through. The house was silent, no footsteps, no gentle voice calling her name. Her tiny heart couldn’t hold the longing anymore. Suddenly she threw herself onto the floor and cried sharply, a heartbreaking sound echoing through the room. Her voice trembled like she was calling, “Mom! Please come back!”
She rolled and kicked in frustration, tiny hands reaching toward the door. Every little noise outside made her lift her head with hope — only to fall back into sorrow when she realized it wasn’t her mom. Linda cried until her eyes turned red and her chest rose fast with emotion. She didn’t want food, didn’t want toys. She wanted love, arms, comfort.
Time passed slowly, but finally footsteps approached. The door opened. Linda froze — ears lifted — and then she saw her mom. A big cry burst out again, but this time filled with relief. She crawled quickly, hugging mom’s leg tight with shaking hands. Mom picked her up, kissing her tiny head while whispering sweet words to calm her heart.
The tantrum faded. Linda snuggled into mom’s chest, finally safe again, wrapped in love she waited so long for.
