In the heart of a peaceful countryside, far from the hustle and noise of the city, a quiet, loving bond was blossoming between a special baby monkey named Cutis and his devoted adoptive mother, a kind-hearted farmer woman known simply as Mama Lan.
Mama Lan had no children of her own. Widowed young, she found joy in caring for the animals on her little farm. Chickens, goats, and a few cows filled her days, but it wasn’t until the day she discovered a tiny abandoned monkey in the forest that her life truly changed.
That monkey was Cutis.
A Chance Encounter That Changed Everything
One rainy afternoon, while collecting herbs in the woods, Mama Lan heard a soft whimper. Curious, she followed the sound and found a shivering baby monkey curled up under a bush. He was no more than a few weeks old, his fur soaked, his eyes wide with fear and hunger.
Without hesitation, Mama Lan wrapped the little creature in her scarf and brought him home. She cleaned him, fed him warm milk with a dropper, and let him sleep nestled against her chest.
From that moment on, Cutis and Mama Lan were inseparable.
A Mother’s Love Knows No Bounds
Cutis wasn’t just a monkey. To Mama Lan, he became a son. She bathed him, played with him, and taught him how to eat fruits, how to climb trees, and how to stay safe. At night, he’d curl up next to her, his little hands clinging to her clothes, refusing to sleep unless he could hear her heartbeat.
Neighbors smiled when they saw them together. “That monkey thinks he’s human,” they would say.
But to Mama Lan, he was simply her child.
Growing Up Comes With Questions
As the months passed, Cutis grew strong and curious. He loved to explore the farm, climb the mango trees, and even mimic the chickens. His playful nature made everyone laugh. But as he grew older, something inside him began to change. He’d often stare toward the forest, as if something was calling him home.
Mama Lan noticed. She tried to distract him with toys, treats, and new adventures around the village. But sometimes, she’d catch him sitting quietly on the fence, gazing at the wild trees beyond, as if remembering something he never truly knew.
It broke her heart a little more each time.
Whispers of the Wild
One morning, Cutis didn’t come when called. Mama Lan searched the farm in panic. After hours of looking, she found him near the forest edge, sitting silently. He turned to look at her—his eyes full of emotion—and slowly walked back with her.
That night, Mama Lan cried softly, holding him close. She knew the day was coming when he would want to leave—to return to where he came from. To be with his own kind.
The Decision That No Mother Wants to Make
Days turned into weeks, and Cutis’s restlessness grew. He still loved Mama Lan deeply. He still nuzzled into her arms and danced around her feet. But the forest was calling louder and louder.
Finally, with a heavy heart, Mama Lan did the most selfless thing a mother could do—she began preparing him for independence.
She took him on walks into the forest, letting him meet other monkeys from afar. She showed him how to find food in the wild. She taught him what to avoid, how to hide, how to stay safe.
All the while, her heart ached with every step.
The Farewell
One early morning, the sky painted pink and gold, Cutis sat by the fence again. Mama Lan approached, her eyes red but gentle.
She knelt beside him. “Cutis, my sweet baby… if you must go, promise me you’ll be safe. Promise you’ll remember that once, there was a mother who loved you more than anything.”
Cutis looked at her with deep understanding, something far beyond his young age. He leaned into her, wrapping his tiny arms around her neck for one final embrace.
Then, with a few hesitant steps, he walked into the trees.
Mama Lan watched until he disappeared among the branches, whispering through her tears, “Please… Cutis… don’t leave Mom alone.”
A Mother’s Prayer
The house felt empty. The farm was quiet. No tiny footsteps, no playful squeaks, no mischievous monkey stealing bananas from the table.
Mama Lan still prepared two bowls of fruit every morning. She still left the door open, hoping that one day, Cutis would return. The neighbors offered sympathy, but no words could ease the ache of a mother’s empty arms.
Each night, she lit a small candle by the window and prayed, not for him to come back—but for him to be safe and happy, wherever he was.
A Gentle Surprise
Weeks passed. Then, one dusky evening, as fireflies danced in the garden, a soft rustling came from the trees.
Mama Lan stood frozen.
Out from the bushes leaped a familiar figure—older, leaner, stronger—but unmistakably Cutis. He raced to her, squeaking with joy, leaping into her arms like no time had passed.
Tears streamed down Mama Lan’s cheeks as she held him tight. “You came back,” she whispered.
Cutis had returned—not to stay, but to visit. From then on, he came often. Sometimes alone, sometimes with a wild monkey friend. But he never forgot his first home. His first family. His mother.
Love Never Leaves
Mama Lan aged with grace, always smiling when she told visitors about her son—the monkey who came back.
And even in her final years, Cutis still visited, sitting quietly with her on the porch, sharing fruits and memories.
Because love—real, unconditional love—never truly leaves. It just finds new ways to stay.
So if you ever walk through that little village and hear villagers say, “That monkey there, he still visits his mom,” now you’ll know the story behind it.
It’s a story of kindness. Of letting go. Of the unbreakable bond between a mother and her child.
Please… Cutis, baby monkey—don’t leave Mom alone.
And he never really did.
