Little baby Atong lay quietly on the bed, his tiny body curled slightly as if trying to feel warm. The room felt empty, and the soft blanket around him didn’t seem enough.
Mom wasn’t there.
At first, Atong just stared ahead, his small eyes slowly blinking. He looked tired and a little confused, as if wondering why he was alone.
Then came a soft sound—
“Eee…”
It was a gentle, sad moaning cry.
Not loud. Not sharp.
Just a quiet call filled with loneliness.
Atong shifted slightly, his small hands moving weakly on the bed. He didn’t have the energy to cry loudly. He simply lay there, making soft sounds, hoping someone would hear him.
“Eee… eee…”
His voice was faint but full of feeling.
The little monkey turned his head, looking around again. Every small noise made him pause, hoping it might be Mom coming back.
But the room stayed still.
Time passed slowly.
Atong’s eyes grew heavier, but he didn’t fully sleep. He kept making small, sad sounds, as if afraid to be completely alone.
Then suddenly—
Footsteps.
Atong’s ears perked slightly.
The door opened.
Mom was back.
In an instant, Atong lifted his head a little, his soft moaning turning into a more hopeful sound. Mom quickly came to him and gently picked him up.
The moment he felt her warmth, everything changed.
The sadness faded.
His body relaxed, and the quiet cries stopped.
Now safe again, Atong rested peacefully in her arms—no longer alone, no longer afraid.
