The afternoon breeze blew softly through the open yard, but little baby monkey Nana wasn’t feeling happy at all. While the other monkeys played outside, jumping and running joyfully, Nana sat by the door, her tiny arms crossed and her face full of pouty frustration. Mom called gently, “Come on, Nana, let’s go play in the sun!”
But Nana only turned her head away. Her eyes looked tired, her lips trembling slightly as if she might cry. She didn’t want to hang out outdoors today — the light felt too bright, the wind too strong, and she missed the quiet comfort of her room.
Mom walked over, kneeling beside her, trying to coax her with a gentle smile. “It’s okay, baby, just for a little while,” she said softly. But Nana pressed her body against the wall and whimpered, her tiny hands gripping her blanket tightly. Her tail curled around her leg, showing how uneasy she felt.
Even when Mom lifted her gently, Nana began to squirm, whining loudly in protest. Her small cries echoed in the air, a mix of stubbornness and sadness. She didn’t want to see the noisy yard or feel the grass beneath her feet — she just wanted to stay where it was quiet and safe.
Mom sighed patiently, realizing today wasn’t the day to push her. She carried Nana back inside, whispering softly, “Alright, my little princess, maybe next time.”
The moment they returned indoors, Nana’s body relaxed. She stopped crying and nuzzled close to Mom’s chest, comforted by the familiar warmth. Her eyelids began to droop, and soon she was calm again, her earlier frown melting into a tiny yawn.
Sometimes even baby monkeys need a quiet day, away from the excitement and noise of the outside world. For Nana, peace wasn’t found in the sunshine or the open air — it was found in the safe arms of her mom, where love and comfort always waited.
