The garden buzzed with activity as the morning sun cast a golden glow over the trees and shrubs. Among the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves, another distinct sound echoed: the cries of baby monkey Anie. Tiny and delicate, with her soft brown fur and big, watery eyes, Anie was not in the mood for her dad’s work routine today. Anie had just woken up from a nap when she realized her daddy was preparing to head to the garden. Being the clingy and affectionate baby she was, Anie immediately toddled after him, her tiny feet pattering on the ground. She let out a series of soft, pitiful cries, as if begging him not to leave her behind.
“Come on, Anie, you’ll be fine,” her dad chuckled, reaching down to pick her up briefly. He gave her a gentle pat on the head, hoping it would calm her. But the moment he set her down, Anie’s cries became louder. “Waaah! Waaah!” she protested, her little voice breaking the peaceful morning air. Her dad sighed lovingly, realizing there was no escaping his tiny companion today. “Alright, little one. If you want to come along, you’d better behave,” he said, smiling at her teary face. Anie immediately stopped crying for a brief moment, her big eyes lighting up as she realized she was allowed to tag along. She scampered excitedly behind her daddy, determined to escort him wherever he went.
As her dad walked towards the garden, carrying tools and supplies, Anie toddled after him, making soft cooing sounds. Occasionally, she tripped over her own feet, but she quickly scrambled back up, shaking off the dust. Every few steps, she’d pause to look up at her dad, letting out a small, pitiful “oooh” sound, as if reminding him she was still there. When they reached the garden, Anie watched intently as her dad began his work. He crouched down to dig the soil, pulling out weeds and planting new seeds. Anie, however, wasn’t interested in gardening. She wanted his attention, and she wasn’t going to give up easily. “Waaaah!” she cried again, louder this time, her tiny hands reaching out to him. Her dad turned around, shaking his head with a fond smile. “Anie, you’re such a drama queen,” he teased, but his heart melted at her persistence.
Anie plopped down on the soft soil, her cries continuing in waves. Her small frame shook as she wailed, her tiny hands clumsily trying to grab at the plants nearby. Seeing this, her dad decided to take a short break and walked over to her. He scooped her up into his arms, holding her close. “Alright, alright. Let’s take a little break,” he said soothingly. Anie quieted down almost instantly, snuggling into his chest. But her relief was short-lived when her dad gently placed her back down again to continue his work. Feeling betrayed, Anie’s cries resumed, this time accompanied by dramatic little stomps. She wandered around the garden, her small body covered in dirt as she rolled on the ground in frustration. By the time her dad finished planting a new row of seeds, Anie was a muddy, teary mess.
Realizing she was now beyond dirty, her dad chuckled. “Well, Anie, you’ve turned yourself into quite the little garden monkey,” he said. He decided it was time to clean her up. Carrying Anie back to the house, her dad prepared some warm water. Anie, who was still moaning softly, calmed down when she saw the familiar cleaning routine begin. As her dad gently wiped the dirt off her tiny body, she let out soft coos of contentment, enjoying the care and attention.
By the time she was all clean and fresh, Anie was no longer crying. She sat quietly in her dad’s arms, her big eyes now filled with sleepy satisfaction. The garden might have been her dad’s project, but that morning, Anie had made sure her presence was felt.
“She’s a handful, but I wouldn’t have it any other way,” her dad said to himself, smiling as he carried Anie back inside. And Anie, now clean and cozy, drifted off to sleep, knowing her dad was right there beside her.
