Jasmine, the tiny baby monkey, sat on the wooden railing, her little hands gripping the edge tightly. Her wide, anxious eyes darted around, searching for the one presence that could calm her—her mother. But Mom was nowhere in sight.
Her tiny chest heaved as nervousness built up inside her. The unfamiliar sounds around her—the rustling leaves, distant chirping of birds, and the chatter of other monkeys—only made her feel more uneasy. She shifted uncomfortably, her tail twitching behind her.
Then, unable to hold it in any longer, Jasmine let out a sharp, desperate cry.
“Eeek! Eeeek!” she screamed, her tiny voice echoing through the yard. She called again, louder this time, her body shaking with worry. She didn’t want to be alone. She wanted the warmth and safety of her mother’s embrace.
Hearing her cries, the other monkeys turned to look, but none of them moved to comfort her. She wasn’t interested in anyone else—only her mother could make her feel safe.
Finally, after what felt like forever to Jasmine, her mother appeared, rushing toward her with concern in her eyes. The moment Jasmine saw her, she leaped into her mother’s arms, wrapping herself tightly around her.
Her mom gently stroked her soft fur, whispering soothing sounds. Jasmine buried her face into her mom’s chest, her little body still trembling. But slowly, as her mother’s warmth surrounded her, the nervousness faded.
