Baby Yuri sat on the wooden table, her tiny body trembling as she let out loud, moody cries. Her small hands reached out, but there was no one to comfort her. Her big, teary eyes darted around, searching desperately for her mother.
The morning breeze rustled through the trees, but Yuri felt no comfort. She whimpered, rolling onto her side, kicking her little legs in frustration. She had woken up alone, and the absence of her mother made her uneasy.
Hearing her cries, the other monkeys peeked over, curious yet hesitant. Titas, her playful companion, climbed onto the table and tried to nudge her, but Yuri refused to be comforted. She wanted only her mother.
Minea, her mom, was nearby, gathering food. She heard the cries but was too busy to rush over. “Yuri, I’m coming!” she called softly, but the baby didn’t understand. She only knew she was alone, and her heart ached for comfort.
Her wails grew louder, her tiny body shaking with sadness. Just when she was about to cry even harder, warm hands lifted her gently. It was her mother.
Yuri clung to Minea’s fur, burying her face into her chest. The comfort of her mother’s warmth instantly eased her distress. Minea kissed her tiny head and rocked her gently. “You’re safe, my love,” she whispered.
With soft sniffles, Yuri finally calmed down. She had found what she was searching for—her mother’s love.
