Little baby monkey Jasmine had been exploring the yard, her tiny steps wobbling on the uneven ground. Nearby lay a giant dried tree trunk, long forgotten, its surface rough and cracked from the sun. Curious, Jasmine climbed up slowly, one step at a time, tail swinging for balance.
At first, it was fun. She felt tall, brave, even proud. But once she reached the top, she realized how high and far it seemed from the ground—at least for someone so little. The wood scratched her hands, and the breeze made her shiver. Suddenly, the adventure didn’t feel fun anymore.
She looked around. No mommy. No daddy. No one.
Her lip quivered. “Eeeh-eee!” she cried out, hoping someone would hear. But the house door was shut, and the yard was quiet. Jasmine sat down, hugging her legs, her soft fur brushing the dusty wood.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn’t know how to get down. She just wanted her mommy to scoop her up and hold her tight. But no one was coming yet.
“Eeeeh!” she cried louder, voice trembling. The more she cried, the more her chest ached. Her tiny fingers grabbed the bark tightly, and she rocked slightly, trying to calm herself.
Finally, the door creaked open. Mommy appeared, eyes wide as she spotted Jasmine on the fallen tree. She rushed over, arms out. “My baby!”
In a flash, Jasmine was off the trunk and into her mom’s arms, crying even harder now, but this time in relief. Her tiny face pressed into mom’s warm chest, her sobs slowing.
Mom whispered softly, “I’m here now.”
And just like that, Jasmine knew everything would be okay.
