Little Jasmine was usually sweet and playful, but that morning everything changed. Her mom stepped away for just a moment to fetch some clothes, and suddenly the world felt empty to the tiny baby monkey. The instant she realized her mother wasn’t nearby, Jasmine’s little heart panicked.
Her face tightened, and then it came—an extremely angry cry that shook the whole room. She screamed with all her might, her tiny chest heaving as if the sound alone could call her mother back faster. But the moment wasn’t enough for her voice alone. Jasmine quickly scrambled across the floor and threw her tiny arms around the wooden foot of the table. She clung tightly, hugging it as if it were her lifeline, her cries echoing louder with every second.
Her little body trembled with fear and frustration. To Jasmine, mom leaving—even for a moment—felt like the worst thing in the world. She didn’t understand that her mother was only a few steps away, getting clothes to care for her. All Jasmine knew was the ache of being left behind.
When Mom returned, carrying the clothes, her heart broke at the sight. Jasmine was still hugging the table foot, her cheeks wet with tears, her eyes begging for comfort. Without hesitation, Mom scooped her up, pressing her tightly against her chest. Jasmine buried her face into the warmth she had missed, her cries softening into sniffles.
That day reminded everyone how deeply a baby monkey depends on love. To Jasmine, her mom wasn’t just family—she was her whole world. Even a few steps apart felt like forever. And though her angry cry was sharp, it was only proof of how big her little heart truly was.
