Little baby monkey Koko sat quietly on the floor, his wide, eager eyes locked onto his mother’s face. His tiny hands gripped the edge of the basket, and his soft belly let out small growls. He hadn’t had milk for a while—and now, his hunger was strong and desperate.
His mother was just a short distance away, grooming herself calmly. Koko didn’t cry or throw a tantrum. He simply stared with pleading eyes, his lips twitching as if imagining the sweet taste of milk. His whole body leaned forward with hope.
When Mom finally turned to look at him, he froze—his little heart racing.
Would she feed him now?
She blinked slowly, then moved closer. Koko immediately lit up, bouncing gently in place. His little arms stretched out, and he let out a tiny squeak of excitement. But Mom paused just short of him, cleaning her fur again—maybe waiting to test his patience.
Koko’s eyes never left her. His stomach growled again. He lowered his head slightly but kept watching, his tail swaying slowly.
And then—finally—she moved toward him and laid down gently.
Koko didn’t waste a second.
He crawled quickly to her side and latched onto her belly, suckling eagerly. His little body relaxed, and his eyes closed with relief. Warmth filled him, not just from the milk, but from being close to Mom, wrapped in her familiar scent and comfort.
In that peaceful moment, the world felt perfect to little Koko.
