n the quiet morning, two tiny baby monkeys, Tika and Kiko, clung to the wooden table legs, their little arms wrapped tightly around them. Their stomachs rumbled as they whimpered, their big, round eyes scanning the room for their mother.
Tika, the smaller of the two, let out a soft cry, pressing her tiny face against the table leg. “Mmm… Mama… Milk…” she whimpered, her little body shivering from hunger. Kiko, slightly bigger but just as desperate, kicked his feet and started crying louder.
“Mama!! Milk!!” Kiko’s voice echoed through the room, his tiny hands gripping the wood as if it could bring him the milk faster.
Their mother, busy in the kitchen preparing their bottles, heard their cries and sighed with a gentle smile. “Oh, my poor little babies! Just a moment, Mommy is coming!”
But to the little ones, a few minutes felt like forever. Tika rubbed her belly and moaned softly, while Kiko began to throw a tiny tantrum, rolling on the floor dramatically. His face scrunched up in frustration as he pounded his tiny fists.
Finally, their mom appeared, carrying two warm bottles of milk. The moment they saw her, their cries stopped, and their eyes widened with excitement. They reached out desperately, their tiny fingers wiggling.
“Here, my hungry babies,” their mom cooed, handing them the bottles.
As soon as the bottles touched their lips, both babies latched on and drank hungrily. Their tiny tails twitched in happiness, and their little feet relaxed as they sat on their mom’s lap, feeling safe and warm.
No more cries—just the soft, contented sound of two baby monkeys happily drinking their milk. ❤️
