The tiny baby monkey gazes up at his mother with eyes full of innocence, clinging tightly to her warm fur. He does not yet understand the world around him, but he feels something deep inside—an unspoken question: How can I live with you, mummy?
Every breath he takes depends on her. When he cries softly, it is her arms that soothe him. When he grows hungry, it is her milk that gives him strength. His small body trembles at times, frightened by the strange sounds of the forest, but the moment he feels her heartbeat, he knows he is safe.
To him, she is not just his mother—she is his entire world. He wonders if she hears his silent thoughts: Mummy, will you always be here? Will you hold me when I stumble? Will you protect me when I fall? The bond between them is unbreakable, woven through each touch, each gentle nuzzle, each quiet moment of comfort.
As the days pass, he learns to take small steps while holding on to her, trying to imitate the strength she shows. Though his legs are weak, her patience gives him courage. Though his cries are sometimes loud, her love is louder.
The little monkey does not know the answer to his question yet. But he feels it in her embrace, in the way she shields him from the wind and teaches him slowly about life. To live with his mummy means to grow, to learn, to love, and to trust.
And so, in his tender heart, he whispers once more, How can I live with you, mummy? The answer is already there—by never letting go.
