Little Lito sat on the soft green grass, his tiny body covered in dust and dirt after playing too long without anyone to clean him. At first, he thought Mom would come back quickly to scoop him up, hug him tight, and give him comfort. But the minutes passed, and she didn’t return. His heart grew heavy, and soon his soft whimpers turned into loud, heartbreaking cries that echoed through the yard.
The grass clung to his fur as he rolled and twisted, his little hands reaching out as if calling for Mom to come back. Tears wet his small face, and his cries grew more desperate, filled with fear and loneliness. Lito couldn’t understand why Mom had left him alone. The world around him suddenly felt too big, too quiet, and too cold.
He tried to crawl toward the direction where he last saw her, but his steps were shaky, and his body weak from sadness. His cries grew louder, almost like a call for help, hoping someone—anyone—would hear his voice and come to comfort him.
Finally, a gentle hand reached down and lifted the dirty little baby from the grass. He clung tightly, still sobbing, but slowly his cries softened as he felt the warmth of being held again. Though Mom wasn’t there, the love and care he received reminded him he wasn’t completely alone.
That morning became another reminder of how fragile and tender baby monkeys like Lito are—longing not just for food or comfort, but most of all for the love and security of their mother’s embrace.
