The jungle was quiet except for the steady sound of raindrops falling from the treetops. In the middle of this wet world sat a tiny baby monkey, shivering on a low branch. His fur was soaked, clinging tightly to his thin body, and his big eyes blinked against the cold drops that trickled down his face. Normally, he would be tucked safely in his mother’s arms, but today she had wandered off in search of food, leaving him waiting alone.
The little monkey curled his tail around the branch and hugged himself tightly, trying to find comfort in the warmth of his own body. Every time the wind blew, the rain stung his small cheeks, and he let out soft cries as if calling for his mother. Around him, other monkeys huddled together in groups, mothers wrapping their arms around their babies to shield them. The tiny one watched them with longing, wishing for that same warmth and safety.
Though his heart felt heavy, the little monkey did not give up. He climbed carefully under a cluster of large leaves, trying to escape the worst of the rain. The shelter wasn’t perfect, but it kept him a little drier. He sat there quietly, blinking his wide eyes, waiting with patience and hope.
At last, a familiar figure appeared through the trees—his mother. She hurried to him, her fur also wet, but her arms open and ready. The little monkey immediately clung to her chest, burying his face into her warmth. Though the rain still fell, he no longer felt cold or afraid. In his mother’s embrace, the loneliness faded away, replaced by the comfort of love and safety.
