The jungle was alive with soft morning sounds — birds chirping, leaves rustling in the wind, and baby monkeys jumping from branch to branch in play. But one frightened cry suddenly rose above them all. It was baby monkey Nanna, her small voice trembling as she screamed for her mother.
She had been climbing the stick-like branches of a tall tree, following a butterfly that fluttered just out of reach. Her hands were tiny, her grip still weak, but her curiosity made her brave. One wrong step — and the dry branch cracked beneath her weight.
Nanna slipped, letting out a desperate cry as her legs dangled in the air. She managed to cling to a thinner branch with both hands, her body trembling. Her little heart raced; she was terrified. “Eee! Eee!” she screamed, calling again and again for her mother.
Down below, Mom heard her baby’s cries and immediately rushed forward. She leapt up the tree with quick, steady movements, her eyes locked on her struggling daughter. Nanna’s tears streaked her tiny cheeks as she clung on with all her strength.
“Hold on, Nanna! Mommy’s coming!” Mom chirped back in her gentle but firm tone. Within seconds, she reached the frightened baby and wrapped her arms around her, pulling her safely into her embrace. Nanna buried her face in her mother’s chest, still crying softly.
Mom held her close, patting her back, whispering soothing sounds. “You’re safe now, my love. No more climbing too high, okay?” she cooed tenderly. Nanna’s breathing slowed, her sobs fading into tiny hiccups. She wrapped her arms tightly around her mother’s neck, unwilling to let go.
Together, they climbed down to the ground. Mom set her on a soft patch of grass, wiping away the dirt and leaves clinging to her fur. Nanna looked up with watery eyes, then reached for another hug. Mom smiled, pressing her nose gently to her daughter’s forehead.
That moment became a quiet reminder — even the bravest little hearts still need their mothers close.
For baby Nanna, it wasn’t just fear she felt that morning — it was love, protection, and the deep comfort of knowing Mom would always come when she cried.
