It was a quiet morning in the nursery corner, filled with soft light and warm straw bedding. In the middle of it all, newborn baby Titas blinked up at the world with big, curious eyes. He was just a few days old—but today, something inside him felt ready.
His mom watched gently as Titas shifted from lying to sitting, wobbling like jelly. His tiny tail, barely the length of a finger, twitched in excitement. Then came the moment.
He lifted one hand. Then the other. He leaned forward, face determined.
One… shaky… step.
Then he dropped! Right onto his belly.
But he didn’t cry.
With a soft grunt, Titas pushed himself back up. His little legs wobbled under him like noodles, but he was not giving up.
Step by step—his toes gripping the straw, arms flailing slightly for balance—he moved forward. Every time he fell, he got back up, face scrunched in determination. His mom made quiet cooing sounds nearby, encouraging him.
By the tenth step, Titas was walking—wobbling like a wind-up toy, but walking!
His teeny tail wiggled proudly behind him, the smallest of flags waving in celebration.
Then suddenly, he made it all the way across the nest… right into his mother’s arms. She scooped him up with joy, hugging his little body close.
Titas let out a happy chirp, proud and tired. His tiny feet had taken him on a big adventure, and his heart was full.
Mom kissed the top of his fuzzy head.
“You did it, little one.”
And while his steps were still new and shaky, the journey of a brave little monkey had just begun — one tiny tail-wag at a time. 🐾💗
