The sun was soft and golden, but little Milo felt anything but warm.
He had been left on his play mat for just a moment while his caregiver stepped away to fetch milk. But to Milo, even one minute felt like forever when he was alone.
At first, he whimpered.
Then he called out softly.
But when no one came, panic filled his tiny heart.
He let out a sharp cry—high-pitched and desperate—and began rolling on the ground, back and forth, his little limbs flailing in confusion.
“Eeeh! EEEEHH!!”
His cries turned wild, almost like a seizure. His tiny body trembled with overwhelming emotion—fear, sadness, and longing all at once.
He wasn’t hurt on the outside… but inside, his heart ached for someone—anyone—to hold him close.
Other monkeys paused and looked over, unsure what was happening.
Then, finally, his caregiver rushed back, holding the warm milk bottle.
“Oh no, baby Milo! I’m here—I’m here!” she said, kneeling beside him and scooping him into her arms.
The moment he felt her touch, Milo clung tightly to her shirt, still sniffling, still trembling, but slowly calming.
She rocked him gently, whispering soft words while he nestled his head against her chest. His breathing slowed, and his tiny fingers relaxed.
He didn’t care about the milk anymore—he just needed to know he wasn’t forgotten.
Milo’s cries faded into quiet hums, and his eyelids drooped as comfort returned.
In his world, companionship meant everything.
And from that day on, whenever she had to step away, she made sure to whisper, “I’ll be right back, Milo. You’re never alone.”
Because even the strongest little monkey sometimes just needs to be reminded—
they are loved.
