The golden morning sun filtered through the trees as I stepped into the yard, stretching my arms with a deep breath. The air was fresh, carrying the soft rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds. As I looked around, a small figure moved among the branches—a tiny monkey, Cheko, was already awake.
With a playful glint in his eyes, Cheko clambered down from his favorite tree, his tiny hands gripping the bark skillfully. His fluffy tail swayed behind him as he landed gracefully on the ground. Instead of running off to play as he usually did, he walked straight toward me, his little feet tapping softly on the earth.
I smiled, watching him approach with unusual calmness. Cheko sat down quietly in front of me, his round eyes gazing up with curiosity and affection. His fur was still slightly ruffled from sleep, and he blinked slowly, as if enjoying the peaceful moment.
“Good morning, little one,” I said gently, crouching down to his level.
He tilted his head, then reached out and placed a tiny hand on my knee. It was such a sweet gesture that my heart melted instantly. I stroked his soft fur, and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of my touch.
The yard was still quiet, the world barely waking up, but here was Cheko—so small, so innocent, sharing a silent morning greeting.
After a while, he let out a soft chirp, as if to say, “That’s enough.” Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he scampered off, climbing the tree once more.
I chuckled to myself, watching him disappear into the branches. It was just another morning with Cheko, but somehow, it felt special.
