Little baby monkey Lito is still so small and fragile, and his world revolves around one simple comfort—his mother’s milk. Today, when his tummy began to rumble, he looked around eagerly for his mom, expecting her to appear right away with what he needed most. But when she didn’t come, panic quickly set in.
Lito sat down and began to cry, his tiny hands reaching out as if calling for her. His voice grew sharper and louder, echoing with desperation, as though he believed the louder he cried, the faster his mother would hear him. His little eyes filled with tears, and he shook his head back and forth, not understanding why she wasn’t there at that very moment.
The baby’s cries tugged at the hearts of everyone nearby. He looked so pitiful—tiny chest heaving, lips trembling, his whole body quivering with need. To Lito, milk isn’t just food; it’s warmth, safety, and love all in one. Each second without it felt like an eternity.
Finally, after what seemed forever to the baby, his mom appeared. The moment he spotted her, his cries softened into whimpers, and he hurried toward her as fast as his small body could manage. The instant she let him nurse, his world seemed to calm down again. He clung close to her, tiny fingers grasping at her fur as he drank greedily, his earlier tears slowly drying away.
For Lito, nothing else matters when he’s in his mother’s arms. Her milk is his comfort, her presence his peace. His loud cries were not only hunger but also the voice of a little soul longing for security and love.
