The afternoon sun hung high over the trees as baby monkey Nana sat restlessly in the corner of her play mat. Her tummy rumbled softly, and her lips began to quiver. It had been a while since her last feeding, and the warm smell of milk drifted faintly through the air — but it wasn’t in her hands yet.
At first, she tried to stay calm, nibbling gently on her fingers as if pretending they were her bottle. But the hunger grew stronger, clawing at her tiny stomach. Her patience vanished, and soon a loud, heart-aching cry burst from her mouth.
“Eeee! Eeee!” she screamed, her little face turning red as tears rolled down her cheeks. The sound was so sharp and full of emotion that even the birds outside paused for a moment. Nana’s arms waved frantically, reaching toward her mom as if begging her to hurry.
Mom heard her from the kitchen corner, where she was warming the milk carefully to just the right temperature. She called out softly, “Just a moment, Nana,” but the baby didn’t understand. All she knew was that she was hungry — and milk was the only thing that could fix it.
Nana’s cries grew louder, echoing through the house. Her tiny body trembled, and her face scrunched up as she sobbed in frustration. Every second felt like forever to her. Her mom rushed over at last, holding the bottle, and Nana’s wide teary eyes lit up instantly.
Without hesitation, she grabbed onto the bottle, sucking eagerly as the first drops of warm milk filled her mouth. The moment was magical — her cries melted into quiet, satisfied whimpers. Her breathing slowed, and peace began to return to her tiny body.
Mom watched her tenderly, brushing Nana’s damp fur and whispering, “There, there… Mommy’s here.”
Nana’s eyes fluttered halfway shut as she drank, her little hands gripping the bottle tightly as if afraid it would disappear again. Each sip brought comfort, warmth, and calmness back into her heart.
By the time the bottle was empty, her cries had turned into soft sighs. She leaned against her mother’s chest, full and safe once more.
In that quiet moment, her world was perfect again — because love and milk were all she ever needed.
