The morning started peacefully, with the soft rustle of leaves and the sound of other monkeys playing nearby. But not for Baby Yuri. Today, her little heart was set on one thing — walking around with Mom.
She toddled over, tugging at Mom’s arm, her bright eyes full of expectation. “Let’s go!” her tiny body seemed to say. Yuri loved exploring, feeling the ground under her feet, and seeing the world beyond their spot.
But Mom was tired. She had just settled down after feeding and grooming, and she wasn’t ready to wander. She gently pushed Yuri’s hand away and stayed seated.
That’s when the storm broke.
Yuri’s face scrunched up, her bottom lip trembling before a loud, heart-piercing cry echoed through the area. She stomped her little feet, swaying from side to side, her tiny fists balled up in frustration.
“Why not, Mom?!” her cries seemed to demand.
Other monkeys turned their heads, curious at the scene, while Mom stayed calm, watching her moody little girl’s dramatic display. Yuri didn’t just cry — she wailed, her voice rising and falling like she was telling the whole forest her sadness.
After a few minutes, Mom finally reached out, pulling Yuri close. She stroked her fur softly, letting her little one feel the comfort she needed. But instead of calming immediately, Yuri sniffled and buried her face into Mom’s chest, still upset but slowly quieting down.
Mom didn’t take her for a walk, but she held her tight, rocking gently until the storm inside Yuri passed.
It wasn’t the adventure she wanted, but for Baby Yuri, Mom’s warm arms were still the safest place in the world.
