The tiny baby monkey had barely opened his eyes for the day before the room filled with his cries. He wasn’t hungry, he wasn’t cold, and nothing was wrong—except for one thing: he wanted to be carried. For a baby as attached as him, being on the ground for even a few moments felt like the world was ending.
Daddy had just set him gently on the soft mat so he could prepare his morning milk, but the baby instantly panicked. His little face scrunched up, his mouth opened wide, and a heartbreaking scream burst out of him. He didn’t want independence, didn’t want to wait, didn’t want to lie alone—he wanted to be up in warm arms, held close where he felt safe and loved.
He kicked his tiny legs, waved his arms helplessly, and looked around with watery eyes as if searching the room for someone who understood his misery. Every second that passed made the cries louder, more desperate, and more dramatic. Neighbors might have thought something terrible was happening, but Daddy knew this was just his personality—clingy, emotional, and deeply attached.
Daddy kept telling him gently, “Just a moment, baby, Daddy is coming,” but to this little monkey, a minute felt like a lifetime. He leaned his head back and screamed louder, as if shouting, “Don’t leave me alone!”
Finally, Daddy came back and scooped him up into his arms. Instantly, the crying stopped. The tiny hands clung to Daddy’s shirt as if afraid of ever being put down again. His breathing softened, his body relaxed, and the screeching turned into quiet sniffles.
He didn’t need toys, snacks, or blankets—he just needed love and closeness.
In Daddy’s arms, the little monkey finally felt complete again. And Daddy smiled, knowing that even though it was exhausting, this clingy little boy loved him with all his heart.
