It was a bright afternoon, and the sun cast warm rays over the small yard where baby monkey Linda sat quietly on a patch of grass. Usually, this was her favorite place to play — chasing leaves, climbing short sticks, or waiting for Mom to call her for milk. But today felt different. The air was still, and the gate was closed. Mom had gone to her hometown that morning, and Dad had left for work.
Linda didn’t understand why no one was there. She looked toward the door, then to the road beyond the fence, her little face full of confusion. Her small hands clutched her tail, and she let out a soft whimper.
Minutes passed, and the quietness became too heavy for her tiny heart. Then it began — the crying. “Eeee! Eeee!” she screamed, her voice trembling and desperate. The sound of her sorrow echoed through the yard as she ran in circles, searching every corner. Her eyes glistened with tears, and her body shook from the effort of screaming.
She climbed a small stool near the gate, hoping to see her mom return, but there was no one. The road was empty. Her cries grew even louder, so full of emotion that even the birds nearby stopped chirping for a moment.
Linda’s little body pressed against the fence, her hands gripping the bars as she called again and again. Her heart couldn’t understand why the two she loved most were gone. The loneliness bit deep — not just hunger or fear, but the ache of missing love.
After a while, her voice grew weaker. She sat back down on the grass, breathing hard, her cheeks wet with tears. She sniffled softly, curling up on her blanket that someone had left out for her. The scent of her mom still lingered there — faint, but comforting.
Slowly, her sobs turned into quiet whimpers. She hugged her blanket tightly, her eyes drooping from exhaustion. Even as she drifted off to sleep, a few last tears slipped down her cheeks.
The wind blew gently through the trees, carrying the sound of her soft breathing. Though she was alone in the yard, her tiny heart still hoped that when she opened her eyes again, Mom would be there — smiling, holding her close once more.
