The morning started with sunshine and soft giggles from the twin baby monkeys, Marry and Marrya. They were almost identical — two tiny bundles of fur and mischief. Wherever one went, the other followed. But today, something was different.
Marry, the more sensitive of the two, was in one of her dramatic moods. When Daddy picked her up to feed Marrya first, she let out a loud “Eee! Eee! EEEE!” — her tiny voice echoing through the room. Her alerting cry startled everyone.
Marrya, who had been calmly playing with a piece of cloth, froze for a second. Then, as if sensing her sister’s distress, she toddled closer. But instead of soothing her, she suddenly grabbed onto Marry — tightly! Her little arms wrapped around her sister’s waist with surprising strength.
Marry shrieked louder, twisting and squirming. “Eee! EEEE!” she cried, while Marrya just held on harder, unwilling to let go. It wasn’t anger — it was pure baby instinct. She didn’t want her sister taken away again.
Daddy tried not to laugh as he gently separated them. “Alright, alright, my little twins,” he said soothingly. “No need to fight. You’ll both get your milk.”
Once the two were side by side again, their cries softened. Marry sniffled quietly, and Marrya rested her tiny head against her twin’s shoulder, still holding her hand tightly as if to say, “Don’t leave me again.”
Soon, peace returned. The twins drank their milk together, their tails touching, their eyelids growing heavy.
By the time the morning light faded, they had both drifted into sleep — still cuddled close, their bond stronger than ever.
For Marry and Marrya, love was loud, clingy, and full of tiny chaos — but it was unbreakable.
