Little Riki, the baby monkey, woke up to find himself sitting alone. His dad had only stepped aside for a short while, but for a newborn like Riki, every moment without comfort felt like forever. The silence around him turned heavy, and his small heart filled with fear.
At first, he whimpered softly, looking around with wide, watery eyes, hoping Dad would return. But when no one came, the sadness turned into frustration. His tiny body shook as he let out loud, sharp cries. He stomped his little feet on the floor and flailed his arms as if demanding, “Don’t leave me!” The louder he cried, the more desperate he became, his little face turning red with anger.
Riki wasn’t just upset—he was heartbroken. He didn’t understand that Dad only stepped away for a moment. To him, it felt like abandonment. His high-pitched screams echoed through the room, his fragile chest rising and falling quickly from the effort of his tantrum.
When Dad finally returned, he found Riki trembling in anger and tears. The little monkey threw himself toward him, clinging tightly, his tiny fingers digging into Dad’s shirt. His cries softened, but they carried the weight of fear and sadness, as if pleading, “Please don’t leave me again.”
Dad held him close, stroking his back gently. He whispered soothing words, kissed his small head, and reminded him that he would never truly be alone. Slowly, Riki’s breathing calmed, and he buried his face against Dad’s chest, still sniffing but now comforted by the warmth of safety.
That day was a reminder of how deeply baby monkeys crave love and closeness. For Riki, being alone was too much—but in his Dad’s arms, the world felt safe again.
