The early morning sun painted the little village in warm shades of gold. Birds chirped happily, and the breeze gently swayed the leaves of the tall trees. In a small wooden house, laughter and the sound of tiny footsteps filled the air. This was where Dad, his daughter Lala, and their newest family member—a baby monkey—lived together.
The baby monkey was the most adorable little creature anyone had ever seen. With his soft brown fur, round shiny eyes, and a curious personality, he had quickly become the heart of the household. Everyone called him “Bibi.” Bibi was playful, mischievous, and sometimes a bit clumsy, but above all, he was deeply attached to Dad.
That morning, Bibi had woken up earlier than usual. His tiny belly rumbled with hunger, and he squeaked softly, signaling that he wanted his milk. Dad, still half-asleep, stretched his arms and picked him up. Instead of putting Bibi on the floor or letting him drink alone, Dad sat comfortably on a chair and cradled him gently in his arms.
Bibi immediately felt safe. His little fingers curled around Dad’s shirt as his tail wrapped loosely around Dad’s wrist. Dad smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair from Bibi’s tiny forehead. “Alright, my boy,” Dad said in a soothing voice. “Let’s get you some milk.”
He reached for the warm bottle prepared the night before. Bibi’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw it. He squealed with excitement, kicking his legs and reaching for the bottle with both hands. Dad laughed softly. “You’re such a greedy little one,” he teased, carefully guiding the bottle toward Bibi’s mouth.
The baby monkey latched on immediately, drinking eagerly. His cheeks puffed up slightly as he swallowed, and tiny satisfied sounds escaped from him. The moment was peaceful—so pure that even the morning noises seemed to quiet down to watch. Dad held Bibi close, rocking him gently as though he were a newborn child.
Lala, who had just woken up, peeked into the room. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and giggled at the sight of her father holding the monkey like a baby. “Daddy, he looks just like a little brother!” she said.
Dad chuckled. “That’s because he is like your little brother. Look how happy he is right now.”
Lala tiptoed closer, kneeling by her father’s side. She watched Bibi suck on the bottle with complete concentration, his eyes half-closed in delight. “He’s so cute,” she whispered, reaching out to gently stroke his soft fur.
Bibi gave a small squeak but didn’t stop drinking. He trusted Lala just as much as he trusted Dad. It was clear that this family bond was something he felt deeply, even though he couldn’t put it into words.
Minutes passed, and the little bottle of milk slowly emptied. Bibi drank until his tummy was full, and then, with a satisfied sigh, he released the bottle and snuggled even closer to Dad’s chest. His tiny head rested against Dad’s shoulder, and his eyes blinked sleepily.
Dad smiled and rubbed Bibi’s back in small circles. “See? This is why I always hold him when he drinks. He feels safe here.”
Lala nodded, leaning her chin on the armrest of the chair. “Daddy, do you think he knows how much we love him?”
“Of course,” Dad said softly. “Love isn’t just words, it’s care. And every time we feed him, hold him, or play with him, he feels it.”
Bibi yawned, his tiny mouth opening wide, showing off his little teeth. He made a soft cooing sound, as if agreeing with Dad’s words. The warmth of the moment wrapped around all three of them, like a blanket of love and safety.
As the day went on, the little family carried on with their usual activities. Dad had some farm work to do, but Bibi stayed close by. He was still small and not ready to be left on his own. After his milk, he sat happily in a sling Dad had made, clinging to his chest while Dad worked in the garden.
Whenever Dad bent down to water the plants, Bibi peeked out curiously, his wide eyes watching the splashes of water fall onto the soil. When Dad trimmed the leaves, Bibi squeaked as though giving instructions, making Lala laugh uncontrollably.
But the sweetest part of the day always came during feeding time. Bibi preferred to sit in Dad’s arms when drinking milk. Even if Lala tried to hold the bottle for him, he would wiggle and squirm until Dad picked him up.
“Looks like I’m his favorite chair,” Dad joked one afternoon, sitting down as Bibi clutched his shirt.
“You’re more than a chair, Daddy,” Lala replied with a giggle. “You’re his whole world.”
Those words touched Dad’s heart. He realized that this baby monkey had brought something very special into their lives. He wasn’t just a pet or an animal they cared for—he was family.
One evening, as the sky turned orange with the setting sun, the family gathered on the porch. Dad sat on the wooden steps with Bibi in his lap. The little monkey was drinking his final bottle of the day, his small body completely relaxed. Lala sat beside them, leaning her head on Dad’s shoulder.
The scene was calm, filled with love and peace. The sound of crickets began to rise, blending with the faint hum of the wind.
Dad whispered, “One day, Bibi will grow bigger and stronger. But I hope he never forgets these moments—sitting here, safe in my arms.”
Lala looked at the baby monkey and smiled. “I don’t think he ever will, Daddy. He knows you’ll always protect him.”
Bibi finished his milk, smacked his lips, and gave a tiny satisfied sigh. He burrowed into Dad’s chest, closing his eyes completely. Dad gently rocked him, his strong arms wrapped securely around the tiny creature.
At that moment, it was clear: love didn’t need to be spoken in words. It could be seen in the way Dad held Bibi, in the way Bibi trusted him enough to fall asleep in his arms, and in the way Lala’s laughter made the whole house brighter.
The baby monkey sitting and drinking milk in his father’s arms wasn’t just a sweet picture—it was the living proof of care, safety, and unconditional love.
And as the stars appeared one by one in the darkening sky, the little family sat together, hearts full, cherishing the simple yet beautiful bond that connected them all.
