The morning sun shined gently through the trees, but little Minea wasn’t focused on the beauty around her. She was hungry—very hungry. Her tiny belly rumbled as she sat on the ground, anxiously looking around. Where was Mom? She had been gone for what felt like forever, and Minea needed her milk.
The little baby monkey whimpered softly, her big eyes scanning every corner. She crawled to the wooden bed where Mom usually sat, but it was empty. She rushed to the doorway, peeking outside, but there was still no sign of her. A wave of sadness hit her, and she let out a desperate little cry.
“Mama… Mama!” she called, her voice shaking with need.
Minea hugged her tiny arms around herself, rocking back and forth. She sucked on her fingers, hoping it would help, but it wasn’t the same as the warm milk she was used to.
As minutes passed, her cries grew louder. She crawled toward the table, holding onto its legs and moaning pitifully. Every few seconds, she turned her head, hoping to see her mother appear.
Just when Minea thought she couldn’t wait any longer, a familiar figure finally stepped inside. It was Mom!
Minea’s eyes lit up as she let out a loud, relieved cry. She rushed toward her mom, clinging tightly to her legs. “Mama! Milk, please!” she whimpered desperately.
Mom smiled gently, scooping her up into her arms. “Oh, my little one, I’m here now,” she whispered, stroking Minea’s soft fur. She quickly prepared the milk bottle, and as soon as Minea felt the nipple in her mouth, she suckled eagerly.
Her tiny hands held onto Mom’s fingers as she drank, her body relaxing in comfort. Finally, she was safe, warm, and full of love again.
