Tourtour, the tiny baby monkey with soft brown fur and wide, wondering eyes, sat quietly on a little wooden platform. The breeze ruffled his fur as he stared off into the distance, his hands folded neatly in his lap. He wasn’t playing or bouncing around like usual today. Instead, he sat still—waiting.
His mom had gone just a few feet away, busy with chores—gathering fresh leaves, cleaning up their space, and preparing food. Tourtour watched her every move, his eyes filled with a gentle mix of patience and hope.
He didn’t cry or make a sound. He didn’t move an inch from where she had placed him. It was as if he knew she was doing something important and that she’d be back the moment she could. His trust in her was stronger than his usual baby monkey impatience.
A few curious birds hopped nearby, and a butterfly fluttered close to his nose, but Tourtour didn’t chase them like he usually would. He just sat, occasionally shifting his weight or glancing toward the sound of mom’s footsteps.
Minutes felt long in baby time, but Tourtour stayed put, not wanting to disturb her or be too needy. His big eyes would light up every time she passed by, but he never made a fuss—just a quiet stare full of love and longing.
Finally, mom returned with a gentle smile, kneeling beside him. Tourtour instantly leaned forward, wrapping his little arms around her. His patience had paid off, and his reward was the warm hug he had been waiting for.
In a world where most baby monkeys are always on the go, Tourtour showed that love can sometimes mean simply sitting still, trusting, and waiting.
