Sweet little Momo, always full of energy and playful spirit, was unusually quiet today. His dad was nearby, busy fixing the feeding area and organizing supplies, but Momo just sat there — eyes wide, hands trembling, and heart full of longing.
At first, he made soft whimpering sounds, hoping Dad would turn and scoop him up. But Dad didn’t notice.
Seconds passed. Then minutes. And the tears started to build.
With a sudden burst of emotion, Momo let out a loud, desperate cry — a cry that came from the deepest part of his tiny heart. He crawled toward Dad, stumbling slightly, his little arms outstretched as if pleading, “Please pick me up. Please see me.”
But Dad, focused on his task, didn’t turn fast enough.
Momo’s cries turned into sobs, his chest heaving, his breath short and panicked. He collapsed gently on the mat beside the basket, his tiny frame shaking with the overwhelming sadness of being ignored. His eyes fluttered, his lips quivered, and he nearly fainted from crying too hard.
The moment Dad turned around and saw him, his heart dropped.
“Momo!” he rushed, scooping the little one into his arms.
Momo clung to Dad’s shirt with every bit of strength he had left. Tears still flowed, but the comfort of being held — finally — began to calm his storm.
“I’m here, baby,” Dad whispered, rocking him gently. “I didn’t forget you.”
Momo let out one last hiccup of a cry before nuzzling into Dad’s chest, safe and warm.
It was a heartbreaking moment, one that reminded Dad how much a tiny baby monkey could feel, how deep their need for love truly runs.
And from that moment on, Dad made sure — no matter how busy — that Momo always knew he was his little priority.
