The old monkey Jully always loves to cuddle the cute little baby of mother Mola
In the heart of the monkey troop, there lived an old monkey named Jully. Though her fur had turned gray with age and her movements had slowed, her heart was still as warm as the sunshine. Jully had always been known for her gentle nature, but in her later years, she grew even softer and more affectionate, especially toward the babies in the group. Among them, the little one she adored most was the new baby of mother Mola.
From the moment Mola gave birth, Jully’s eyes sparkled with joy every time she saw the tiny baby. The infant’s round face, curious eyes, and soft squeaks made Jully’s heart melt. Whenever Mola allowed it, Jully would stretch out her wrinkled arms and carefully pull the baby close. She would cradle the little one against her chest, grooming its tiny head, humming in soft monkey sounds as though telling the baby how much she loved it.
For Mola, this was a blessing. Being a young mother, she often felt tired from carrying and feeding her baby. Jully’s presence gave her comfort, knowing her little one was safe in loving arms. Sometimes, Mola would watch from a distance as Jully cuddled her baby, feeling gratitude and trust toward the old monkey.
Other troop members also noticed how special their bond was. The baby seemed calmer whenever Jully held it, often falling asleep quickly in her embrace. Even when the jungle grew noisy, the baby stayed peaceful in Jully’s arms.
Though Jully was old, she found new purpose in nurturing the next generation. Her love for Mola’s baby was a reminder that kindness and affection never grow old. In every cuddle, Jully passed down the warmth of her spirit, leaving behind a legacy of gentle love.
