The house was filled with a sudden burst of noise — baby monkey Max was crying again, louder than ever. His small body trembled as he sat on the wooden table, fists clenched, tail twitching impatiently. His face wrinkled with anger and hunger, eyes squeezed shut as he let out another high-pitched scream.
Mom had just stepped into the kitchen to prepare his bottle of warm milk. “Just a minute, Max!” she called, her voice gentle but hurried. But for little Max, a minute felt like forever. His stomach rumbled, his mouth opened wide, and his tears streamed down his cheeks as he screamed even louder.
He pounded his tiny hands on the table, kicking his legs in frustration. The table wobbled slightly under his movement, but Max didn’t care. He wanted his milk — now. His cries turned into short, gasping sobs, his little chest rising and falling quickly. He even glanced toward the kitchen, as if trying to see what was taking so long.
“Maamaa!” he seemed to call, his voice trembling with emotion. He didn’t understand why she left, only that his tummy hurt and he needed comfort. His loud wails echoed across the yard, attracting the attention of a few birds perched nearby, who tilted their heads curiously at the noise.
Mom, hearing the desperate cries, quickly returned with the bottle in her hand. “Oh, my poor hungry boy,” she said softly as she approached. Max spotted her instantly — his crying stopped for just a moment, replaced by eager squeaks. He stretched his little arms toward her, still sniffling, tears clinging to his fur.
The moment the bottle touched his lips, Max grabbed it with both hands, drinking greedily. His tiny eyes half-closed as the warm milk filled his empty belly. The tantrum melted away instantly. His body relaxed, little sighs escaping between gulps.
Mom smiled, watching him drink so happily now. “You see, Mommy’s always here,” she whispered, brushing her fingers across his head. When the bottle was empty, Max rested against her arm, sleepy and content.
Just moments ago, the world felt unfair and empty. But now, in his mother’s arms, with a full tummy and gentle warmth surrounding him, Max’s little world was peaceful again.
