Inside the quiet home, the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting soft rays across the living room floor. On a small folding chair near the window, sat a tiny baby monkey named Coco. Her little face was scrunched up in frustration, and her cries echoed through the room, loud and emotional.
Coco had just woken from her nap and expected to see her human dad nearby. But he had stepped out briefly to prepare her bottle in the kitchen. The moment she realized she was alone on the chair, panic set in.
She reached out with her tiny hands, grabbing the edge of the chair for support as she kicked her legs and cried even louder. Her fluffy tail flicked with each sob. Despite the familiar surroundings — the toys, blankets, and warm cushions — Coco wanted only one thing: to be held.
The folding chair wobbled a little with her movement, but she stayed seated, frozen in a dramatic moment of baby monkey frustration. Tears gathered around her eyes, and she let out long wails that could melt anyone’s heart.
Just as she began to climb down in search of her dad, he walked in with her milk. “There you are, Coco,” he said gently, quickly setting the bottle down and scooping her into his arms.
Instantly, her cries slowed. She clung tightly to his shirt, her head resting against his chest. The familiar warmth and scent calmed her down, and her tiny sniffles faded into soft hiccups.
With the milk now ready and daddy holding her, Coco knew all was well again. In her little heart, the folding chair had been a lonely throne — but now, nestled safely in arms she trusted, peace had returned to her world.
