Little Yuri was in no mood to let her mom go anywhere. The moment she saw her mother preparing to step away, she rushed over and wrapped her tiny arms tightly around her leg. Her little fingers gripped with surprising strength for such a small monkey, as if holding on for dear life.
Her eyes were wide and teary, and her little mouth opened in a loud, heart-piercing scream. She wasn’t just calling — she was begging. In her mind, even a short separation felt like an eternity.
Mom paused, glancing down at the tiny figure clinging to her. She tried to reassure Yuri, speaking softly and stroking her back, but Yuri only tightened her hold. Every time Mom tried to move, Yuri’s voice rose, and her little body shook with the effort of holding on.
To Yuri, this wasn’t just a moment of fussiness. It was fear, love, and longing all tangled together. She didn’t want toys, she didn’t want snacks — she only wanted the comfort of knowing Mom was right there.
Eventually, Mom gave in, crouching down and gathering Yuri into her arms. The instant she was lifted, Yuri’s cries softened into small sniffles, her head burying into Mom’s shoulder. The tension melted away, replaced with the calm only a mother’s embrace could bring.
For Yuri, nothing in the world mattered more than this — the safety, the warmth, and the reassurance that Mom wasn’t going anywhere just yet.
