After her morning cleaning, the tiny baby monkey sat quietly on the soft blanket in the corner of the room. Her fresh diaper was snug, her fur was dry, and the warm sunlight streamed in through the half-open window. Yet, despite being clean and comfortable, her heart felt heavy.
She had been away from her mother’s arms for what felt like forever — at least in her little world. The moment her body was no longer pressed against that familiar heartbeat, a deep ache started inside her. Her eyes searched the room, hoping to see her mom’s gentle face appear, but instead, there was only the quiet hum of the fan and the faint scent of baby powder in the air.
Suddenly, her soft whimper grew into a louder cry. Not a cry of pain, but of longing. She missed the warmth, the gentle sway of being carried, the safety of her mom’s embrace. Her tiny hands reached out in the empty air, almost as if she could pull her mother closer with sheer will.
Mom heard her call and quickly rushed over. The moment their eyes met, the baby’s cries softened into hiccups. As mom scooped her up, she buried her face into the comforting fur on mom’s chest, inhaling the familiar scent that told her she was home.
Her breathing slowed. Her tiny fingers clung to mom’s fur as if she would never let go again. The world outside didn’t matter — she had her safe place back. And in that moment, the baby knew: no matter how long she was away, mom’s arms would always be waiting for her.
