It was a calm afternoon, and little Chamroeun sat patiently at the edge of the wooden platform in the garden. The sun was soft and golden, casting warm rays across the trees. Chamroeun, with his tiny hands folded and legs swinging gently, waited quietly.
He wasn’t playing or climbing today. He wasn’t chasing butterflies or tugging on someone’s shirt. No—Chamroeun was waiting for his favorite moment of the day: when Daddy came to dress him up.
This little monkey loved clothes more than anything. He had a favorite blue dress with tiny flower prints. When Daddy brought it out, Chamroeun would clap, smile wide, and wiggle with excitement. But today, he didn’t rush or demand. He just sat sweetly, trusting that Daddy would come.
As minutes passed, his eyes stayed focused on the house, head slightly tilted, ears twitching with every sound. He let out a soft coo, a hopeful little sound to remind the world he was waiting.
Finally, the door creaked open, and Daddy stepped out holding the dress. Chamroeun’s face lit up like sunshine. He squeaked with joy and ran forward but then stopped, turned around, and sat back down like a good boy—ready to be dressed properly.
Daddy laughed and gently slipped the dress over Chamroeun’s head. The little monkey looked proud, spinning once like a dancer. He loved being neat, and he loved being loved.
Chamroeun wasn’t just waiting for clothes. He was waiting for a moment of love, of bonding, of being cared for.
