Tourtour sat alone in the room, his tiny hands gripping the edge of the wooden bed. The morning light filtered through the window, but he didn’t care about the sunshine—he only wanted one thing: his mom!
She had just stepped out to do something, and now the little monkey was feeling lost and impatient. His eyes darted toward the door, hoping she would come back quickly. But seconds felt like hours.
His lips quivered, and suddenly—“WAAAAAH!!”
A loud scream burst from his tiny mouth, echoing through the house. His voice was full of frustration and desperation. Why was Mom taking so long?!
He rocked back and forth, his little feet tapping against the wooden floor. His tail twitched as he let out another dramatic cry, his whole body shaking with emotion. “Mooooommm!!”
Still, no answer.
Tourtour’s face scrunched up. He sucked in a deep breath—and screamed even louder! His big mouth opened wide as he wailed nonstop. He didn’t care if the whole house shook from his tantrum. Mom needed to come NOW!
Finally, after what felt like forever, the door creaked open.
“Tourtour, what happened?” Mom asked, stepping inside with a surprised look.
Tourtour immediately reached for her, sniffling. “Mom… You took soooo long!” he whined, clinging to her arm.
Mom chuckled, picking him up. “I was only gone for a minute, silly boy!”
Tourtour pouted but snuggled close. As long as he had his mom now, everything was okay again
