In the quiet of the afternoon, a heartbreaking sound pierced the air — it was little Robby, the baby monkey, crying with all the strength in his tiny lungs. His small arms reached out, his belly empty, and his eyes filled with desperation. He was hungry, and the only thing on his mind was one thing: milk.
Robby had just woken up from a nap on a thin blanket. At first, he blinked around, expecting to see his mom nearby with his bottle ready. But she was running late — just a few minutes, but for a hungry baby, that felt like forever. His cries began softly, almost like a moan, then quickly rose into loud sobs as his stomach growled.
He rolled on the floor, kicking his legs, clutching his soft toy for comfort. His little face was red, his lips quivering, his tears streaking down his furry cheeks. Anyone who saw him would immediately feel a tug at their heart. How could something so small be in so much distress?
Then — finally — came the sound of footsteps. His mom rushed in with the bottle, eyes wide with concern. “Robby, I’m here, baby,” she whispered, kneeling beside him. The moment he saw her, his cries slowed. His tiny hands reached up as the nipple of the bottle met his lips.
Silence. Relief. Peace.
Robby suckled eagerly, holding the bottle with both hands as if it might vanish. His eyes began to close halfway, comfort washing over his body with every gulp. His mom gently stroked his head, whispering, “It’s okay now, sweetheart.”
That moment reminded everyone — sometimes, the purest love is shown in simple acts: a warm bottle, a soft hug, and a mother’s voice.
