A Tong’s ears twitched as he watched Mom talking to the other monkeys. He had been waiting so long for her to hold him, but she was too busy!
His little heart ached.
“MOM!” he suddenly screamed, throwing himself onto the ground.
Tears streamed down his tiny face, and his wails echoed through the trees. His small hands clawed at the air, reaching desperately for Mom.
But she still wasn’t picking him up.
A Tong couldn’t take it anymore. He rolled on the ground, kicking and flailing like the world was ending.
Mom sighed. “A Tong, stop being dramatic. I’m right here!”
But A Tong wasn’t done.
He sniffled loudly, crawled closer, and wrapped his tiny arms around her leg, sobbing into her fur.
Still, it wasn’t enough.
He wanted her face.
With one last dramatic cry, he climbed up her chest, grabbed her cheeks, and buried his little face against hers.
Mom stumbled back, surprised.
“A Tong! You’re squeezing too tight!” she laughed, trying to pry his tiny fingers off her face.
But A Tong held on for dear life, his tears soaking her fur.
Finally, Mom gave in, wrapping her arms around him. “Okay, okay, you win! Here’s your hug!”
A Tong sniffled again but smiled through his tears.
