Little Donal was having a full-blown hunger emergency. The morning sun had just risen, but his tiny tummy had been rumbling for what felt like forever. He sat on the wooden platform, eyes wide and watery, lips trembling, letting out loud, desperate cries.
“Waaah! Waaah!”
It was his way of saying, “Mom! Where’s my milk?!”
He paced back and forth on his tiny feet, then sat down and threw his head back, wailing even louder. His little hands clutched his belly, and his face turned red from crying so hard. He kept glancing around, searching, sniffing the air, and calling for help.
But Mama wasn’t there yet.
Other monkeys peeked over to see what the fuss was about, but Donal didn’t care. He wanted one thing—and one thing only: milk.
Just when his cries reached their loudest point and he looked ready to fall over in frustration, there she came—Mom appeared, climbing swiftly over the wall with a calm expression and something in her hand.
Donal saw her and immediately leaped toward her with a high-pitched squeal, throwing himself into her arms. He clung to her chest, whimpering between gulps of air. Without hesitation, Mom gently held him and finally gave him what he’d been begging for.
The moment he latched on, silence fell. His eyes closed. His tiny hands relaxed. It was as if the whole world had been fixed by that first sip of warm, comforting milk.
Sometimes, babies just can’t wait.
And sometimes, a mother’s return is the most powerful cure of all.
