Early in the morning, the house was still quiet, with only the soft rustling of leaves outside. But inside the nursery room, a tiny voice broke the silence.
“Eeeh… eeeh… waaah!”
BB, the smallest baby monkey in the home, had just woken up. His eyes were still puffy with sleep, and his tiny arms stretched out instinctively—reaching for something familiar.
But Mom wasn’t there.
Her scent was faint on the blanket, but she was gone—probably in the kitchen preparing breakfast. For BB, though, it felt like the world had ended.
His tummy rumbled. His lips puckered, searching for milk that wasn’t there. Panic set in. He crawled in little circles on the blanket, whining louder, calling out as if his voice could bring her back instantly.
“Waaaahhh! Eeeeeeh!”
His cry echoed through the room. His tail curled tightly around his body, a little sign of his fear and discomfort.
From the hallway, Mom heard the cries and rushed in. “Oh baby, I’m right here!” she whispered.
The moment BB saw her, he burst into even louder sobs, lunging toward her chest. She scooped him up quickly, cuddling him close, her hands gently patting his back.
“It’s okay, Mama’s here. Just went to get your milk.”
She sat down and brought the warm bottle to his mouth. Instantly, BB calmed. He latched on, drinking eagerly, eyes finally starting to close again from comfort.
Wrapped in his mother’s arms, his cries faded to soft hums. The fear melted away.
Mom kissed his head and whispered, “You’re never alone, little one.”
And in that moment, BB drifted back to peace, full belly and full heart.
