It was a quiet afternoon when little Jasmine sat alone on the soft blanket, her eyes dull and her face full of sadness. Usually, she was playful and curious — but today, something felt different. Her tiny arms hung by her side, and her tail curled close as if she was trying to hug herself.
Mom had stepped away for a short while, and without her warmth, Jasmine seemed lost. Her round eyes glistened, holding back tears. She whimpered softly, “Eee… eee…” the sound of a baby calling out for the one she trusted most.
When Mom didn’t appear right away, Jasmine’s little body trembled. She rubbed her tiny hands together, then looked toward the door as if waiting for Mom to walk through. The sadness in her face said it all — she needed comfort.
After a few moments, Mom returned, carrying a small towel and some milk. The second Jasmine saw her, her expression changed — her eyes brightened, and a faint squeak escaped her lips. She hurried over, climbing gently into Mom’s arms, clinging tightly to her chest.
Mom smiled softly, wrapping her arms around her little girl. “There, there… Mommy’s here,” she whispered, stroking Jasmine’s fur. The warmth and gentle heartbeat calmed the baby instantly. Her breathing slowed, her eyelids fluttered, and she pressed her cheek against Mom’s chest.
Within minutes, Jasmine’s sadness faded away. The unhappy little monkey was now relaxed and safe, wrapped in the comfort of her mother’s love.
No toy or blanket could ever replace what she needed most — Mom’s touch, warmth, and heartbeat. For little Jasmine, home wasn’t a place… it was her mother’s arms.
