monkey named Dam wandered nervously through the grass. He had been playing near the riverbank with his usual energy, but somehow got distracted by a butterfly and lost track of where his mother had gone. Now, he was alone.
The world felt too big without her. The towering trees, the chirping birds, the distant barking of dogs — everything seemed louder and scarier. Dam’s tiny hands trembled as he climbed over rocks and sniffed at familiar trails. No sign of Mom.
Panic started to set in.
Suddenly, his wide eyes spotted a tall palm tree nearby. It swayed gently in the breeze, its fronds reaching for the sky. Dam didn’t hesitate. He scrambled up the rough trunk with surprising speed for someone so small. From up high, he could see far across the village — the rooftops, the market, the trees… and hopefully, his mom.
Perched at the top, he held on tight and began to scream at the top of his lungs.
“EEEEEEEK! EEEEEK! MAAAMAAA!!”
His voice echoed through the trees. The birds flew off in a flutter. A few villagers looked up, pointing at the little monkey making a scene high above. Dam didn’t care. He kept shouting. Over and over.
“Mamaaaa! Mamaaaa! I’m here!”
Then, from the bushes down below, a familiar sound answered back — a deep, soothing grunt. It was her! Dam’s face lit up as his mother burst through the trees, rushing toward the base of the palm. She looked up, eyes wide, calling to her baby.
He scrambled down, slipping a little, but determined. As soon as he touched the ground, she scooped him into her arms. Dam buried his face into her fur, clinging tightly as she rocked him back and forth.
The panic was over. Love had found its way.
