Baby monkey Juno sat at the edge of the hammock, his little eyes darting around, searching desperately for someone—his beloved daddy. The early morning sun had just peeked through the trees, but Juno was already wide awake, fidgeting and pouting.
He let out a loud cry, “Eeeek!” startling the nearby birds. His tiny arms reached out toward the hut where daddy had disappeared moments ago to fetch breakfast. But Juno didn’t care about bananas or milk—he just wanted his daddy’s warm hug.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he let out another long, dramatic wail. He stomped his feet on the soft blanket and flung himself backward with all the exaggerated flair only a baby monkey could master.
The caretaker nearby tried to console him with a gentle rub, but Juno turned away, refusing to be comforted by anyone else. His heart was set on one thing only: daddy’s cuddle.
Finally, the door creaked open. Daddy stepped out, holding a bowl of warm milk. Before he could take two steps, Juno leapt from the hammock, ran across the yard, and clung tightly to his daddy’s leg.
“Ooooh, my Juno!” daddy chuckled, bending down and wrapping him in a big, snuggly hug. Juno melted into the embrace, his sobs turning into soft hiccups as he nestled his face into daddy’s chest.
The milk could wait. For Juno, nothing was more important than love and cuddles. Daddy sat down with him in his arms, rocking gently while whispering, “I’m here, my little one.”
From that moment on, the yard grew quiet again, filled only with the soft coos of a happy baby monkey finally in his favorite place—safe and loved in daddy’s arms.
