Under the soft morning sun, the peaceful green grass was suddenly filled with the loud, sorrowful cries of a tiny baby monkey named Nino. He sat alone, arms folded tightly across his chest, tail twitching with frustration. His big eyes were watery and fixed on his mother, who sat just a few feet away, seemingly ignoring him.
Nino had only wanted one thing—a warm cuddle from mom. But instead, she was busy grooming herself, showing no intention of picking him up. Feeling ignored, little Nino threw himself onto the grass with a dramatic flop, crying out as loudly as he could. His tiny voice was filled with sadness, frustration, and confusion. Why wasn’t mom responding?
Every few moments, he glanced over at her, hoping she’d turn her head, come closer, and wrap him in her warm arms. But mama monkey remained still, perhaps teaching her son a bit of independence—or maybe just needing a break herself.
But Nino didn’t understand. To him, it was rejection. So he kicked at the grass, rolled on the ground, and let out heart-wrenching whimpers that pierced the quiet of the forest floor. A few nearby monkeys paused to look, but his mother stayed where she was.
Eventually, exhausted from his tantrum, Nino sat back up and quietly whimpered to himself. Just when he was about to give up, he felt a soft tug. His mother had finally come. She pulled him gently to her chest, patting his back with care. His tears stopped, and he nuzzled into her fur with relief.
It was just a moment of misunderstanding—but to Nino, it had felt like a lifetime. That soft hug reminded him he was still loved.
