It was a quiet afternoon in the family’s cozy corner of the park. The soft sunlight peeked through the leaves, shining gently on baby monkey Amo, who sat curled up beside his mom. He had just finished playing with a stick and now found comfort in his favorite strange habit — sucking his toes.
With his little legs lifted, he pulled one tiny foot close to his mouth and began to suck softly, humming happily. It was his way of relaxing — the warmth, the smell of his own fur, and the simple rhythm made him feel safe. Mom watched for a moment, amused, but soon frowned. She knew it wasn’t clean and didn’t want him to get sick.
“Amo, stop that,” she murmured gently, brushing his hand away.
But Amo didn’t want to stop. He squeaked, looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes. When she tried again, firmer this time, he growled softly — a little monkey protest. His tiny brows furrowed, and his lips puckered stubbornly.
“Enough, baby,” Mom said, pulling his foot away completely. That was the final straw.
Amo’s face crumpled, and within seconds, the quiet park filled with his loud, stormy cries. His tiny body shook, arms flailing as if his world had ended. His voice rose and fell like thunder, sharp and echoing — “Eee! Eee! Eeee!”
He rolled on the ground, kicking his legs, tears streaming down his cheeks. His tail flicked wildly as he tried to pull his foot back, desperate to continue his strange comfort. But Mom stayed calm, letting him cry it out, her eyes full of gentle patience.
When his cries began to fade, she leaned down and lifted him gently into her arms. “Shhh… my little boy,” she whispered, rocking him softly. He buried his face in her chest, still sniffling and hiccupping between breaths.
Mom groomed his fur, kissing the top of his head. The warmth of her touch soothed his frustration, and slowly, the storm passed.
Amo finally sighed deeply, his eyelids drooping. His hand found Mom’s fur, holding it tight. He didn’t need his toes anymore — he had love, safety, and peace right where he was.
The park grew quiet again, with only the sound of the breeze — and a sleepy baby monkey resting in his mother’s arms.
