Elly was usually a gentle, soft-voiced little baby monkey, the kind who clung to her blanket and blinked up at the world with sleepy eyes. But this morning was different. Her tiny hands wrapped tightly around her empty milk bottle, and her whole little world felt unfair, confusing, and too big. She shook the bottle again and again, hoping a miracle drop would fall from the tip — but nothing did. The silence after the rattle only made her chest tighten more.
Her lower lip trembled first, the way it always did right before her feelings burst out. Then the sobs came, loud and raw, echoing across the room. It wasn’t just hunger — it was frustration, longing, and the fear that maybe her mommy had forgotten her for a moment. She sat on the floor with her legs tucked under her body, crying so hard her shoulders shook. Her little tail curled tightly, showing just how deeply she felt every emotion.
Daddy rushed over the moment he heard her cry. “Elly… sweetheart, I’m here,” he whispered, kneeling beside her. But Elly was too overwhelmed to listen. She pushed the empty bottle toward him, her cries rising even higher as if begging him to understand how urgent her need felt.
Daddy gently lifted her into his arms, letting her cling to his shirt while she sobbed into his chest. “I know, baby… I know. Let’s fix it.” He stroked her tiny back until her breathing slowed, tears still clinging to her lashes like little crystals of sadness.
When the warm milk was finally ready, Elly reached for it with trembling hands. The first sip instantly softened her expression — her eyes closed, her body relaxed, and the world became safe again. With each swallow, her heart calmed, and the loud cries faded into tiny satisfied hums.
In daddy’s arms, with her bottle finally full, Elly wasn’t just fed — she was comforted, understood, and loved.
