The afternoon was filled with noise, but one sound stood out — the painful scream of baby monkey Beeboy. His tiny body darted from corner to corner, his voice echoing through the house as he cried out, desperate for his mother’s attention. Something was wrong, and his cries made it clear — he was hurting badly.
Beeboy clutched at himself, wincing every time he moved. His little face twisted with pain, and he began hopping anxiously, trying to make his mom see that something wasn’t right. “Eeee! Eeee!” he screamed, louder and louder, his voice trembling with fear and discomfort.
Mom looked up immediately, startled by the tone of his cries. This wasn’t a tantrum — this was real pain. She rushed toward him, her heart pounding. Beeboy stopped for just a moment, eyes wide and full of tears, as if saying, “Please, help me.”
She knelt down, her hands gentle but trembling as she tried to check what was wrong. Beeboy kept moving, unable to stay still from the stinging pain. He wanted comfort but didn’t understand what was happening to his little body. The more it hurt, the louder he cried — his voice full of both fear and trust, because deep down he knew his mom could fix it.
Finally, Mom lifted him softly into her arms. Beeboy clung tightly to her neck, still sobbing, his small heart racing. She stroked his back and whispered calming words, her voice shaking with worry. Carefully, she checked the sore area, realizing it must have been an irritation or small injury.
She brought a soft, warm cloth and began to clean him gently, making sure not to hurt him more. Beeboy whimpered but didn’t pull away this time — the warmth of her hands began to soothe his pain. The cries turned to sniffles, and then to small hiccups as the hurt slowly faded.
Mom kissed his forehead softly, whispering, “You’re okay now, baby. Mommy’s got you.” He pressed his little face against her fur, still trembling but finally calm.
That night, Beeboy slept soundly beside her, safe and comforted. His pain might return for a while, but his mom’s care was stronger than anything — because nothing heals faster than a mother’s love.
