The morning sun shone gently through the leaves of the lush garden, casting dappled shadows across the yard. The fresh air was filled with the chirping of birds and the soft rustling of the breeze, creating the perfect setting for a peaceful start to the day. Baby monkey Avatar, barely a few months old, was about to experience one of his favorite routines—a morning bath in the garden.
Avatar’s mom had set up a little water basin under the shade of a tall mango tree. The water sparkled in the sunlight, and a few petals from nearby flowers floated on the surface, making it look even more inviting. She gently placed Avatar on her lap, holding him securely with one hand as she used the other to splash a bit of water on his tiny furry feet.
The moment the cool water touched him, Avatar let out a soft squeak of delight, his tiny hands instinctively gripping his mom’s fingers. He wasn’t afraid of the water—in fact, he seemed to enjoy it. His mom, skilled at making him comfortable, used her palm to scoop water and gently poured it over his back. The tiny monkey shivered slightly at first, but then relaxed, letting out a satisfied coo.
As the bath continued, Avatar’s little eyes began to droop. The gentle rhythm of his mom’s hands, combined with the soothing sounds of the garden, created an atmosphere too calming for him to resist. She carefully massaged his tiny arms and legs, using the water to wash away any dirt that clung to his soft fur.
Avatar’s favorite part of the bath was when his mom would wash his face. She used just a few drops of water, gently stroking his cheeks and forehead with her fingers. The little monkey closed his eyes completely, a serene expression spreading across his face. His small lips curled into a peaceful smile as he leaned into his mom’s touch, clearly enjoying every moment.
The garden was alive with activity, but Avatar seemed oblivious to it all. The combination of the water’s coolness and his mom’s warm hands had lulled him into a state of utter relaxation. Birds flitted from branch to branch, and a butterfly landed briefly on the edge of the basin, as if to admire the adorable sight of the baby monkey enjoying his bath.
As the final step, Avatar’s mom lifted him from the basin and held him on her palm. She gently patted him dry with a soft cloth, taking care to ensure he stayed warm and comfortable. The morning sunlight kissed his damp fur, making it glisten like golden threads.
But by this point, Avatar was no longer awake to appreciate it. The cozy bath had worked its magic—his tiny body went limp, and his head lolled to the side. His mom chuckled softly, watching her baby sleep so trustingly in her palm. His tiny chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, and his tail curled loosely around her fingers.
Satisfied that her little one was clean and content, Avatar’s mom cradled him against her chest and carried him over to a nearby bench. She sat there for a while, rocking him softly as he slept, the garden’s serenity enveloping them both. The morning bath had not only cleaned Avatar but also filled their bond with even more warmth and love.
As the sun climbed higher into the sky, the garden seemed to celebrate the moment. For Avatar, it was just another day of being cared for and loved, but for his mom, it was a precious memory—one of many she would treasure forever.
