The morning air was fresh, with a gentle breeze sweeping across the lush green grass at the other side of the road from the house. Baby monkeys Janna and Jerry were wide awake, full of the morning energy that often followed their first stretch after sleep. Their mom, as usual, was ready to start the day by taking them outside to enjoy the coolness before the heat of the day set in.
Mom carefully led Janna, the eldest at one and a half years old, and tiny Jerry, just a year old, across the road and onto the soft green grass. The sunlight shimmered through the trees, casting soft shadows on the ground, and the cool touch of dew could still be felt beneath their feet. It was a perfect place to start the day.
Once they were seated on the grass, their mom pulled out the formula bottles. Janna, being older and more composed, sipped her formula calmly, her tiny hands gripping the bottle confidently. Jerry, always the little one full of need and dependence, nuzzled closer to his mom as he drank from his bottle. His eyes, still sleepy but curious, flicked between his mom and Janna.
After a few moments, with their bellies full, the two baby monkeys began to stir. Jerry wanted to play, as always, and started to reach for his sister’s hand, eager for attention. Their mom smiled down at them, then gave Janna a soft pat on the head. “Take care of your brother while I handle a few things,” she told her, standing up to head back towards the house.
Janna, ever the responsible older sister, wrapped her arms around Jerry in a warm cuddle as their mom walked away. Jerry leaned into her, enjoying the comforting touch of his sister, but his peace didn’t last long. Janna, still young and full of her own curiosity and energy, grew tired of holding her little brother. She wiggled free from the cuddle and stood up, ready to explore the grassy area on her own.
At first, Jerry didn’t mind. He sat on the grass, watching Janna wander around, inspecting a few flowers and poking at the grass with her small hands. But after a few minutes, he realized that his sister wasn’t going to stay close to him. Panic quickly set in. His tiny face scrunched up, and a pitiful whimper escaped his lips. He wanted her attention again—he always did.
When Janna ignored him, busy with her little exploration, Jerry began to cry loudly. His cries echoed through the quiet morning, startling the birds resting in the nearby trees. The peaceful morning calm was broken by the high-pitched wail of the tiny monkey.
Jerry’s cries grew louder as he stood up shakily on his legs, ready to chase after his sister. His tiny feet moved quickly across the grass as he ran, his eyes locked onto Janna. Tears streaked down his face as he chased her, his little voice calling out in desperation. “Janna! Janna!”
Janna turned around, startled by the loud noise behind her, and saw Jerry running toward her, his face full of distress. She stopped in her tracks and sighed softly. She knew her little brother always wanted to be near her, but sometimes, she just wanted to explore on her own. However, seeing his tears and hearing his cries softened her heart.
When Jerry finally caught up to her, his tiny arms reached out, and he clung to her leg, still sobbing. Janna knelt down and, with a mix of annoyance and affection, wrapped her arms around him once more. “It’s okay, Jerry,” she said, patting his back softly, her earlier irritation fading away.
Jerry sniffled, his sobs starting to slow as he calmed down in his sister’s embrace. He nuzzled his head into her chest, feeling safe once again. They stayed like that for a moment, the morning breeze gently brushing against them as the sun climbed higher into the sky.
From the other side of the road, their mom watched with a smile. She knew Janna was learning how to be a caring older sister, and Jerry, as always, just wanted to be near his family. The morning had started with a peaceful formula feed, and though it had turned into a noisy chase, it ended with the siblings together again, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence.
