Baby monkey Molly sat under the large mango tree, her tiny body trembling as tears rolled down her cheeks. The soft whimpers escaping her lips echoed in the quiet afternoon. She was upset, and there was only one person who could make it all better—her dad.
Her big, round eyes scanned the surroundings desperately. Every rustle of the leaves or distant sound made her perk up, hoping it was him. “Dad! Where are you?” her cries seemed to say, her voice growing louder and more pitiful with each passing minute.
Molly’s tiny hands clutched her favorite toy, a small leaf she had been playing with earlier. Now it felt like her only comfort as she waited. The soft breeze blew her fur, but instead of calming her, it made her snuggle into herself even more.
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the distance. Molly’s cries became a mixture of excitement and sadness as her dad came into view. He rushed toward her, his face full of concern. “Molly, what’s wrong?” his actions seemed to ask as he knelt beside her.
Molly immediately reached out her tiny arms, climbing onto his chest and burying her face into his warm embrace. Her cries softened as she clung to him, her little fingers gripping tightly as if she was afraid he might disappear again.
Dad gently stroked her back, murmuring soft, soothing words. He gave her the security she had been longing for. Within moments, Molly’s tears stopped, and her trembling subsided. Her dad held her close, promising with his actions that he would always be there for her.
No matter how small or scared Molly felt, she knew that in her dad’s arms, she would always find love, comfort, and safety. 🐒❤️
