Under the soft golden glow of the morning sun, a baby monkey wobbled unsteadily on his tiny feet. His mother, patient and watchful, sat beside him, gently encouraging him to stand on his own.
The little one, still unsure, clung tightly to her arm, his tiny fingers wrapping around her fur for support. He had spent most of his time crawling and clinging to his mother’s belly, but now, it was time for him to take his first real steps.
Mom gently nudged him forward. “Come on, little one, you can do it.”
The baby monkey blinked at her, his round eyes filled with uncertainty. He released his grip slightly and wobbled again, his legs trembling like fragile twigs. The ground felt unfamiliar beneath his tiny feet, but he wanted to make his mom proud.
He tried again. One step—then another. His tail twitched as he struggled to find balance. But just as he thought he had it, his foot slipped, and he tumbled onto his bottom with a soft “plop.”
For a moment, he looked stunned. But instead of crying, he looked up at his mother, searching her face. She didn’t scold him. She didn’t frown. Instead, she clapped her hands and smiled warmly.
“You’re doing so well!” she praised, stroking his head.
Encouraged, the baby monkey grinned. He pulled himself up again, determination shining in his eyes. His mother supported him but gave him just enough space to try on his own.
With another shaky attempt, he stood up. This time, he held his balance longer. His mother cheered, hugging him proudly.
Little by little, he was learning. And with his mother by his side, he knew he would soon be running and playing just like the other young monkeys in the group.
