Ooh G0d…! In the quiet corner of the forest, the little busy monkey BB sat alone on a low branch, hugging his tiny knees. His bright eyes, once full of curiosity, now shimmered with tears that refused to fall. All day he had followed his mummy, hopping from root to root, trying to catch her attention. He chattered softly, tugged at her tail, and reached for her warm chest, hoping for comfort. But mummy was restless, busy with the troop, distracted by sounds and movements around her. Each time BB reached out, she turned away.
The forest felt bigger than ever to the small monkey. The wind rustled the leaves, and the sun slowly slipped behind the trees, bringing cool shadows. BB’s heart felt heavy, like a stone inside his tiny body. He did not understand why warmth was missing today. He only knew the ache of needing care and not receiving it. His little hands trembled as he pressed them to his chest, as if trying to hold himself together.
BB remembered the times mummy used to cradle him close, her fur soft and safe, her heartbeat steady and calm. Those memories made the pain sharper. He let out a small, tired cry—not loud, not demanding—just a broken sound filled with longing. The other monkeys moved around him, but no one noticed his quiet sadness.
As night approached, BB curled up against the tree trunk. He looked toward mummy one more time, hoping she would turn, hoping she would see him. In that moment, BB learned how deep a little heart can feel. He did not ask for much—only a gentle touch, a moment of love. Ooh G0d… the forest listened, holding the tiny monkey’s sorrow, waiting for warmth to find him again.
