It was a quiet afternoon when the little orphan monkey, Bon Bon, was found sitting on an old wooden cart. The wind blew softly, rustling the leaves above him, but he didn’t move. His tiny arms hugged his chest tightly, his eyes glistening with tears. The world seemed too big, too cold, and far too lonely for someone so small.
Bon Bon had been rescued just days ago after losing his family in the forest. The caretakers had given him food, milk, and a blanket to keep him warm. But what Bon Bon truly wanted couldn’t be replaced by bottles or toys — he longed for the gentle touch of his daddy.
As he sat there, a soft whimper escaped his lips, turning into a sad, trembling cry. His voice echoed through the trees, a sound so full of heartbreak that even the birds seemed to pause their songs. He looked around, as if hoping his daddy might suddenly appear, lifting him up into the safety of strong arms. But no one came.
One of the caregivers approached quietly, crouching beside the cart. “Oh, Bon Bon,” she whispered tenderly, brushing his tiny head. Bon Bon reached out instinctively, clinging to her finger with all his strength. His cries softened, but the sorrow in his eyes remained. He didn’t understand where his daddy had gone — only that he wasn’t here to pick him up.
The woman gently lifted him from the cart, pressing him close to her chest. Bon Bon buried his face against her, his little body still trembling. For the first time that day, his cries faded into soft, sleepy breaths. The warmth of her heartbeat reminded him of the comfort he missed so deeply.
Under the golden sunset, the cart stood empty — a silent witness to one baby’s longing and one gentle act of love. Though Bon Bon had lost his family, in that moment, he found something new: arms that would hold him, protect him, and promise him that he would never be alone again
