In the quiet corner of the room, a tiny newborn monkey lay curled up on the floor, his soft little body trembling. His big round eyes were filled with tears, and his voice echoed in small, desperate cries.
He had woken up from his nap hoping to see his mom’s face, to feel her warm arms wrap around him. But Mom was busy in another room, cleaning and tending to the others. She hadn’t noticed how long he’d been waiting.
“Ee-eehh…” he sobbed softly, then louder, rolling on his side as if trying to reach her with his cries.
He didn’t understand. Why didn’t she come?
The little monkey pounded his fists gently on the soft mat, his heart hurting in a way he didn’t have words for. All he wanted was comfort, a cuddle, and that sweet moment of being held close.
From the hallway, his mom finally peeked in and heard the soft but sharp sounds of her baby’s heartbreak. She rushed over, eyes wide with worry.
“Oh no, sweetheart,” she whispered, scooping him into her arms.
He cried even harder in her arms for a moment, letting out all that sadness and frustration. But soon, as she kissed his tiny head and rocked him gently, his breathing slowed. His fists relaxed. His body, once stiff from stress, melted into her arms.
Mom whispered, “I’m sorry, baby. Mommy’s here now. You’re never alone.”
With one last sniffle, the little monkey closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her neck.
Because no matter how tiny a monkey is, their heart feels deeply—and all they need is love to make the world okay again. 🐒❤️
