The sun rose gently over the yard, casting soft golden rays on the dew-kissed grass. It was a serene morning, but for baby monkey Mato, serenity was far from his reality. After a hearty breakfast of warm milk, Mato sat on a small chair in the corner of the yard. His mom, bustling with energy, was preparing for her daily chores. Little did she know that her decision to let Mato play alone would soon turn the peaceful morning into chaos. Mato, a tiny and spirited baby monkey, had a strong attachment to his mom. The idea of being left alone, even for a moment, was unbearable. As his mom tried to reassure him with gentle pats and a loving smile, Mato clung to her with his small, trembling hands. His eyes, large and filled with tears, pleaded for her not to leave. But she had to go. There were tasks waiting, and she trusted that Mato would adjust with time.
Placing him carefully on the chair, she murmured softly, “Be a good boy, Mato. Mommy will be back soon.” But as she turned her back to walk away, a wail erupted from the little monkey. It was a cry so piercing that it startled the birds perched on nearby branches. Mato’s tiny body shook with convulsions as he screamed, his face scrunched in distress.
His mom paused and looked back, her heart aching at the sight. But she knew she had to be firm. “Mato, mommy needs to work. You’re a big boy now,” she said gently, hoping to calm him. Her words, however, only fueled his frustration.
Mato’s crying escalated. His small frame jerked uncontrollably as he threw his head back, tears streaming down his cheeks. His legs kicked wildly, and his little hands clawed at the air as if reaching for the comfort of his mom. His sobs turned into hiccups, and soon, the intensity of his crying became overwhelming. He gagged, his tiny body heaving violently, and before his mom could react, he vomited the milk he had just consumed.
Alarmed, his mom rushed back to him, scooping his trembling body into her arms. “Oh, Mato, my baby,” she whispered, her voice trembling with concern. She gently wiped his face with a soft cloth, her hands moving with both urgency and tenderness. Mato continued to sob weakly, his energy drained from the ordeal. His mom held him close, rocking him back and forth, murmuring soothing words to calm his fragile spirit.
The yard, once a quiet haven, now bore witness to a small puddle of milk and the echoes of Mato’s cries. His mom sat on the ground, cradling him tightly, her plans for the morning temporarily forgotten. She couldn’t bear to see him in such distress. Mato’s tiny fingers clutched at her shirt, his sobs gradually subsiding as the warmth of her embrace reassured him.
Realizing that leaving him alone was not an option, she decided to adjust her routine. “Alright, little one,” she said softly, “you’ll come with mommy while she works.” Her voice was filled with both resignation and love. Mato’s tear-streaked face lifted slightly, his big eyes looking up at her with a mix of relief and exhaustion.
She carried him to a shaded spot nearby, where she could keep an eye on him while attending to her chores. She placed a soft blanket on the ground and set him down gently. Mato clung to her for a moment before finally settling on the blanket, his sobs reduced to occasional sniffles. His mom stayed close, humming a soft tune as she worked, glancing over at him frequently to ensure he was okay.
The morning’s peace slowly returned, though it carried the lingering memory of Mato’s emotional outburst. His mom made a mental note to find a way to ease his separation anxiety, knowing it would take time and patience. For now, her presence was all he needed to feel safe and loved.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Mato dozed off on the blanket, his tiny body finally at ease. His mom watched him with a mixture of love and determination. No matter how challenging the mornings might be, she was committed to helping her little boy grow strong and confident, one step at a time.
