Baby monkey Ronaldo had been restless all afternoon. He paced across the blanket, peeked toward the door every few seconds, and let out tiny impatient chirps as if asking the empty air, “Where’s Mom? Why is she so slow today?”
His little feet tapped the floor, his tail wiggled nonstop, and his big round eyes stayed glued to the entrance like a guard waiting for someone precious.
Then—click.
The door opened.
Before Mom even stepped fully inside, Ronaldo froze for half a second… then exploded into the loudest, biggest scream his tiny body could produce. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t anger. It was pure, overwhelming excitement.
His mouth opened wide, wider than anyone thought possible for a small monkey, and a high-pitched scream echoed through the house, bouncing off the walls like fireworks. His whole body vibrated with joy. His arms flew up, his feet bounced, his tail curled tight, and his face lit up with the happiest expression ever.
Mom barely had time to take off her shoes before he sprinted toward her, still screaming, still shaking with excitement. He grabbed her leg as if afraid she might disappear again. He looked up at her with bright, sparkling eyes, shouting loudly as if telling her every emotion he felt in just one long scream.
Mom knelt down, opening her arms, and Ronaldo leaped into them without hesitation. He clung to her with desperate happiness, pushing his head under her chin, still making happy noises that sounded like tiny squeals and giggles mixed together. His whole body softened the moment he felt her warmth.
He wasn’t hungry.
He wasn’t scared.
He just missed her terribly.
Now that she was home, he finally felt complete again.
Ronaldo’s scream wasn’t just loud —
It was love, excitement, relief, and happiness all in one tiny monkey’s voice.
