The morning sun shone softly over the park, lighting up the branches where baby monkey Lito and his mom spent most of their days. Birds chirped cheerfully, the air was warm, and everything felt peaceful — except for one small thing. Lito simply refused to let go of his mom.
He was the definition of a spoiled baby. From the moment he woke up, his tiny hands clung tightly to her fur. Whether Mom tried to walk, eat, or groom herself, Lito was always there — hanging onto her like a little shadow.
“Lito, sweet boy, let Mommy rest,” she murmured gently, trying to move him aside. But he only squeaked louder, his face scrunching up as tears filled his big brown eyes.
When she finally managed to set him down on a soft patch of grass, Lito’s whimper turned into a full tantrum. He sat still for a moment, then suddenly cried out — a long, dramatic wail that echoed through the park. His little arms reached upward desperately, begging to be picked up again.
Mom sighed, watching his performance with patient eyes. She loved her little boy dearly but wanted him to learn some independence. Still, seeing him cry broke her heart. She turned away for just a second to grab a banana, and that was enough to make Lito crawl frantically toward her. His small body wobbled, his cries growing louder with every movement.
Finally, when he reached her, he climbed into her lap and pressed his tiny face against her chest. His crying stopped immediately as he wrapped his arms around her neck, letting out a soft, contented sigh.
Mom stroked his back gently. “You really can’t be without me, huh?” she whispered with a smile. Lito looked up, eyes half-closed in comfort, and made a tiny cooing sound, as if to say, “Never, Mommy.”
The two sat quietly, bathed in sunlight, his small heart beating in rhythm with hers. Even though Mom wished he’d learn to play on his own, she knew — for now — he just needed love, warmth, and reassurance.
Because for little Lito, Mom wasn’t just comfort — she was his entire world.
