The morning breeze swept gently through the open shelter of the sanctuary. Inside, little Baby Max, a sweet-faced infant monkey with big round eyes, sat alone on a soft mat. His tiny hands clenched tightly around a blanket, and his mouth trembled.
Then came the cry — sharp, sudden, and loud.
“Waaah! Waaah!”
Max’s wails echoed through the space, startling even the birds nearby. His little face turned red, his voice desperate and full of need. His eyes scanned the area, searching for the one he wanted most — his mom.
She wasn’t far. Just a few steps away, Max’s mother was busy eating her breakfast, momentarily distracted. But to Max, it felt like a lifetime apart. He didn’t understand why she wasn’t next to him, touching him, loving him.
The caretakers nearby rushed over to check, but Max refused their comfort. He kicked his feet and arched his back, still crying hard. He didn’t want bottles or pats — he wanted Mom.
Finally, his mother turned her head, her ears twitching from his cries. She looked at him, paused, then slowly walked over. As soon as Max saw her coming, his sobs softened into whimpers. He reached out both arms with tiny fingers stretching wide.
She scooped him up gently and pressed him close. Max instantly calmed down, burying his face in her chest, sighing with relief. He wasn’t hurt. He wasn’t hungry. He just missed her touch — the comfort only a mother could give.
In that quiet moment, under the warm sun of the sanctuary, Baby Max found peace again. The tears stopped. The world felt right.
