The tiny baby monkey sat trembling, his little belly empty and aching. Hunger twisted inside him like a tight knot, and he no longer had the strength to stay quiet. Suddenly, a sharp, moody cry burst from his throat, echoing through the air. It wasn’t just a cry for milk—it was a cry for comfort, safety, and love.
His eyes searched everywhere, wide and glossy, hoping his mom would appear. Each shout grew louder, filled with frustration and fear. The milk hadn’t come yet, and to him, every second felt endless. His tiny hands clenched and unclenched, his body rocking as if movement alone could bring relief.
Mom heard him from a distance and rushed closer. Seeing his pitiful face made her heart ache. The baby’s cries softened into broken sobs when he noticed her. Still hungry, still upset, but now full of hope. He leaned forward, mouth trembling, begging without words.
Mom quickly prepared the milk, her hands moving fast but gentle. The baby monkey screamed once more, impatient and moody, as if worried it might be taken away again. Finally, the warm bottle touched his lips. Instantly, his body relaxed. The angry cries faded into quiet suckling sounds.
His eyes slowly closed while drinking, the tension melting away. Each swallow brought comfort, warmth, and peace. The hunger that caused such pain disappeared, replaced by safety in his mother’s arms.
After finishing, he let out a soft sigh and rested his head against her chest. The storm of emotions passed, leaving only calm breaths and a sleepy face. In that moment, the world felt right again. Milk filled his belly, love filled his heart, and the cries turned into peaceful dreams where he would never feel hungry or alone again, wrapped in warmth, care, and endless gentle affection.
