Little Yoya had always been curious—especially about the colors in the sky, the sounds in the trees, and the flapping wings of birds nearby. She was a gentle, beautiful baby girl monkey, still new to the world, still learning what to trust and what to fear.
That afternoon, she climbed up a low wooden table in the yard, proud of her little adventure. Her big round eyes sparkled with excitement, until suddenly…
SQUAWWWK!
A bright green parrot swooped down, landing loudly on a nearby branch. Its wings flared wide, its voice sharp and unexpected.
Yoya froze.
Her heart raced. The feathers, the noise—it was too much. She had never been this close to a bird before, and now her tiny hands trembled. She hunched down low, letting out a soft whimper.
She wanted down. Now.
But the ground looked far, and the parrot stayed perched, watching her with curious eyes. Yoya looked around for Mom. Where was she? Her bottom lip trembled. She reached out with one shaky hand, trying to figure out how to climb down without falling.
“Eeeh! Eeehh!” she cried, calling for help, frightened and unsure.
Then came the rush of footsteps.
“There you are, baby girl!” Mom called gently, rushing over.
She scooped Yoya into her arms, cradling her close. The parrot flew off with another screech, but Yoya was safe now, her head tucked against the warm chest she knew so well.
Mom chuckled softly. “Scary bird, huh? It’s okay now.”
Yoya clung tightly, eyes still wide but slowly calming. She knew one thing for sure:
No matter what frightened her in this big world…
Mom would always come.
