The little baby monkey stood on the ground, his tiny legs wobbling, but his determination stronger than ever. He lifted his arms upward, forming a desperate “pipe-shape” gesture that he always used when he wanted to be picked up. His eyes were wide, shining with panic and hope at the same time, as he let out a soft, trembling cry to call his mom.
Mom was nearby, finishing some chores and preparing his milk, but to the baby, even a few seconds felt like forever. He shuffled closer to her feet, making louder sounds, as if saying, “Please pick me up, I need your hug!” His whole tiny body leaned forward, begging in the only way he knew—arms up, back arched, tears forming.
Mom finally turned around and saw her baby in distress. She could immediately tell that he wasn’t just crying for attention—he needed comfort, warmth, and reassurance. This little one was still new to the world, easily frightened, and the space around him felt too big and lonely when Mom wasn’t holding him.
She crouched down, scooped him into her arms, and held him against her chest. The baby instantly wrapped his tiny hands around her, burying his face into her neck. His loud cries turned into soft whimpers, then gentle sniffling, and finally peaceful silence.
With every slow breath he took, his body relaxed more, knowing he was finally where he wanted to be. Mom rubbed his back, whispering gently for him to calm down. She promised she was here, she wasn’t going anywhere, and he was safe.
Soon he drifted off to sleep in her arms, completely content.
For such a small baby, Mom’s hug was more than comfort—it was home, safety, and love.
