In the quiet afternoon, little baby monkey Rojo lay comfortably in his mother’s arms. His tiny body felt warm and relaxed as he blinked sleepily. His tummy was full after drinking a bottle of warm milk, and now all he wanted was a peaceful nap.
His mother gently stroked his soft fur, humming a soothing tune. Rojo let out a tiny yawn, his little pink tongue peeking out for a moment. His tiny fingers curled slightly, holding onto his mother’s hand as if he didn’t want her to go anywhere. The love between them was strong, and Rojo always felt safest when he was in her arms.
Outside, a soft breeze rustled the leaves, and the afternoon sun cast a golden glow over them. Rojo’s eyelids grew heavier with each passing second. He tried to stay awake for a little longer, but his body was too tired. He stretched his small arms, let out another yawn, and then closed his eyes completely.
His mother smiled as she watched him fall asleep. His tiny chest rose and fell gently, and his little lips moved slightly, as if he were still dreaming about the milk he had just finished drinking. She carefully adjusted the cloth beneath him to make sure he was cozy, then softly kissed his forehead.
For a while, she just sat there, admiring her sweet baby as he slept so peacefully. No matter how playful or fussy Rojo could be, moments like this were her favorite—watching him sleep, knowing he was happy, safe, and loved.
With one last glance at her sleeping baby, she leaned back and let the moment of peace fill her heart.
