It was a busy morning, and Mato’s mom had a lot to do around the house. Little Mato, as curious and playful as ever, clung to her leg, refusing to let her move. “Mato, be a good boy,” she said gently, prying his tiny hands away. But Mato had other plans.
He whined and moaned, following her wherever she went, his little feet pattering on the floor. Finally, Mom decided it was time to give him a break from his clinginess. She picked him up and placed him on a sturdy wooden chair near the kitchen.
“There, you can sit here for a little while,” she said, brushing his head lovingly before turning back to her chores.
But the moment Mom walked away, Mato’s face crumpled. His big, shiny eyes filled with tears, and his lips quivered. He let out a heartbreaking cry, the kind that could make anyone stop in their tracks. “Eeeee-eeeeeeek!”
Mato wiggled his body on the chair, his tiny hands reaching out toward Mom. “Mmm! Mmm!” he sobbed, as if begging her to take him back. The chair felt like a prison to him, and he couldn’t understand why his beloved mom had abandoned him there.
Hearing his cries, Mom turned around and sighed. “Oh, Mato, you’re such a drama king,” she said, picking him up again. Mato immediately clung to her neck, burying his teary face into her shoulder.
“All right, you win,” Mom chuckled, patting his back. She carried him along as she worked, knowing she’d get nothing done with Mato’s pitiful cries echoing through the house.
For now, the little monkey was content in her arms, his heartbreak forgotten as long as he was with his mom.
