The sun was sinking low, casting long golden rays across the quiet yard. In the middle of it sat a tiny baby monkey, trembling softly as he cried out again and again, his voice filled with pure sadness. His name was Miko, and today, he just wanted one thing — his mom.
“Eee-eee-eee!” his cries echoed, sharp and pitiful. Miko’s eyes were full of tears, his tiny lips trembling as he looked around desperately. His little hands reached out toward the empty space where Mom usually appeared. But she was nowhere to be seen. The silence around him felt heavy, and each passing second only made his tiny heart ache more.
He moved in small circles, dragging his little feet, his voice growing hoarse from crying. Sometimes he stopped to listen, hoping to hear Mom’s familiar call — but all that came back was the sound of wind brushing through the leaves. His small body shook as he let out another heartbreaking scream, his voice weak but full of longing.
Miko had never spent much time alone. He was used to being held, kissed, and rocked in loving arms. Now, sitting on the cool ground, he felt lost and afraid. His fur was slightly ruffled from rolling around, trying to find comfort, but nothing helped.
At last, he spotted a movement in the distance — Mom returning, carrying a small towel. The moment he saw her, his eyes lit up. He let out one loud cry of joy, jumping with what little strength he had left.
Mom hurried over, her face full of concern. She scooped Miko up in her arms, feeling his tiny body tremble against her chest. “Shh, my baby, Mommy’s here,” she whispered softly, kissing his head. Miko buried his face into her neck, his sobs turning into quiet hiccups.
As she held him close, his breathing slowed, and peace slowly returned. His tiny hands clung to her fur, refusing to let go again. The pain in his heart began to fade, replaced by warmth and safety.
In that moment, everything was right again — a mother’s embrace, a baby’s tears drying away, and love that spoke louder than any words could ever say.
