Little Ricky, the tiniest baby monkey in the house, had one simple wish — to be in his mother’s arms. The morning had been long, and although his mom was just across the room folding a blanket, to Ricky, she felt a world away.
Sitting alone on a small plastic chair, he wobbled with nervous energy. His tiny hands gripped the edge as he leaned forward, eyes locked on his mom. His bottom lip trembled. A soft cry came out — “Ee-ehhh…”
He wanted her warmth. He wanted her hug.
“MmMM! Ma-Ma!” he whimpered.
But Mom was still busy.
Ricky stood up, arms outstretched, balancing clumsily on the chair. His tail twitched, and his body swayed as he reached toward her with all the love in his heart.
Then — in a split second — he lost balance.
Thump!
Ricky fell from the chair, landing on his soft side with a startled yelp. The room froze. His cry grew louder, filled now with shock and pain. “EEEHHH!!”
Mom rushed over immediately, scooping him up into her arms. Ricky buried his face into her chest, tears wetting her fur. She cooed softly, rubbing his back, kissing his tiny head again and again.
“I’m here, baby… I’m here,” her body seemed to say.
His sobs slowed. His breathing softened.
Wrapped tightly in her arms, Ricky finally felt safe. It wasn’t just comfort — it was connection. All he had wanted was her hug, and now, nothing in the world could pull him away.
From that moment on, Mom kept him closer — and Ricky, still sniffling, clung tighter than ever.
