In the quiet corner of the troop, little Milina sat with her curious eyes fixed on Mari. Mari, slightly older and stronger, had always been a figure of admiration for the tiny monkey. Yet, despite being close in age, their bond was not as natural as Milina wished it to be. Milina longed for Mari’s attention, her acceptance, and maybe even her friendship.
With gentle gestures, Milina reached out her small hand toward Mari. She pulled a leaf from the ground, offering it as a gift, hoping it might open the door to conversation in the way monkeys know best—through touch, play, and mimicry. Mari glanced at her, hesitant, as if unsure of Milina’s intentions. For a moment, silence hung heavy between them, broken only by the rustling leaves above.
Determined, Milina chirped softly, tilting her head in a playful manner. She tapped the ground twice, then tugged lightly at Mari’s arm, urging her to respond. Mari blinked, surprised by the persistence. Though not immediately impressed, something in Milina’s effort seemed genuine. Slowly, Mari shifted closer, her body language relaxing just a little.
The younger one seized the chance. She mimicked Mari’s grooming motions, brushing invisible dust from Mari’s fur with tiny fingers. Grooming was not only a sign of care but also a request for trust. Mari, though reserved, allowed it. It was a small victory for Milina, proof that her attempts to communicate were not in vain.
What began as a timid effort slowly turned into a moment of understanding. Though words were absent, their actions spoke volumes. Milina’s heart swelled with hope. Perhaps tomorrow, Mari would be more open. And perhaps, just perhaps, their bond would grow into the friendship Milina so deeply desired
