Every morning, as soon as the soft golden light touched the treetops, the baby monkey woke up with the same mission: to persuade his mother just one more time. His tiny footsteps followed her everywhere she went. He clung to her tail, pulled at her fur, and made the softest little cries—high-pitched, almost like a pleading whisper only a mother could understand.
His mother, though firm, was not unkind. She had been watching him grow day by day, seeing how strong his little hands had become, how brave he was climbing low branches, and how curious he was about the fruits and leaves around him. She knew that sooner or later, he needed to start eating solid food. But she also knew how difficult this moment was for him.
Today, however, the little monkey was determined to try harder than ever. He crawled up onto her lap, placing his tiny hands on her chest as if to remind her of the days when she used to hold him close and feed him without hesitation. His eyes were full of emotion—round, shiny, and pleading, as if they held all the sadness and hope in the world. He wasn’t just hungry… he missed feeling like her little baby.
He made soft whining sounds, rubbing his face against her belly. It was his way of saying, “Please, Mom… just a little bit. I need you.” The mother monkey looked down at him with a mixture of love and worry. She knew what he wanted. She felt his sadness. But she also believed she was doing what was best for him.
Still, the baby monkey didn’t give up. He tried every trick he knew—wrapping his arms around her, following her everywhere she walked, even sitting in front of her path so she couldn’t ignore him. Every time she moved away, he rushed after her, his tiny feet tapping the ground as fast as they could.
At one point, he even tried to imitate the way newborns behave. He curled up, whimpered softly, and tried to look as helpless as possible. Maybe, he thought, if he looked like a newborn again, she would remember how dependent he once was and give in.
The mother paused and stared at him. Her heart softened. She knew he was trying so hard, and even though she wanted him to grow strong, she couldn’t deny the bond between them. She leaned down and gently touched her nose to his head. For a moment, the little monkey felt hope rising inside him.
Then, with a deep breath, she allowed him to nuzzle closer. She didn’t give him milk immediately, but she let him rest against her chest. To him, that was everything. The warmth, the comfort, the love—these were the things he needed just as much as food.
Eventually, seeing how small and tired he looked, she finally allowed him a little bit of milk. His eyes sparkled instantly. He clung to her tightly, drinking with relief and joy. For him, it felt like the world had become safe again.
The mother didn’t give him much—just enough to soothe his hunger and reassure his heart. When he finished, he wrapped his arms around her, looking up as if saying thank you. She hugged him gently, knowing that even though he needed to grow, he also needed love.
And so, the forest heard the soft, peaceful sounds of a mother comforting her baby again—a small moment, but one that meant everything to a little monkey who had spent days trying to persuade the one he loved most.
