It was early morning, and the house was buzzing with quiet routine. Baby monkey Jenny sat beside her brother Titas, playing with a soft towel, when she noticed something… unusual.
Mom was wearing her bag. The one she always took when she left.
Jenny’s eyes narrowed.
“Mommy… stay?” she mumbled, sensing something was off.
Mom bent down, giving both babies a kiss on the head. “I’ll be back soon, sweethearts. Be good with your brother, okay?”
Jenny blinked. Then sniffed. Then her whole face scrunched up.
“Nooo!!” she wailed suddenly, reaching out both arms. “No gooo!!”
Titas looked up, startled, still holding onto his toy. Jenny jumped up and grabbed Mom’s leg, clinging tightly as if the world depended on it.
“Jenny,” Mom said gently, “I just have to go for a little while.”
But Jenny was already full tantrum mode—moody, red-cheeked, tears dripping down her face. She stomped her feet, rolled on the floor, and screamed louder with each second Mom tried to walk away.
Titas crawled beside her, trying to pat her back. But Jenny pushed his hand away, too upset to be comforted.
Mom knelt beside her again and pulled her into a deep hug. “You’re safe. Mommy loves you so much. I’ll be right back before you know it.”
Still sobbing, Jenny nodded into her shoulder. With one last squeeze and a kiss, Mom handed her over to Titas.
As the door closed, Jenny peeked out the window, still sniffling… but a little calmer.
Titas handed her the towel, and she wiped her eyes with it slowly. Then curled up beside him, waiting for the moment her mommy would return.
