In the peaceful corner of the forest, where the morning light slipped softly through the treetops, a tiny baby monkey named Koko clung tightly to his mother’s warm belly. The forest was waking up slowly—birds stretched their wings, leaves rustled, and a cool breeze drifted through the branches. But Koko didn’t care about any of that. At this moment, he had only one thought in his little head: he wanted breastfeeding milk.
Koko was only a few weeks old, small enough to fit inside his mother’s arms like a fluffy bean. His fur was soft and still a little puffy, and his tiny fingers always curled into his mother’s warm chest. He loved being held close. It made him feel safe, protected, and loved.
Mama Sori, his mother, had just woken up from a long night of watching over her little family. She stretched her arms, blinked the sleep from her eyes, and looked down lovingly at Koko. She knew that look on his face—the pouty lips, the wiggling body, the little squeaks he made. Koko was hungry again.
He pressed his face into her chest, snuggling deeper, and let out a soft whimper as if to say, “Mama… milk, please.”
Mama Sori chuckled softly and shifted her posture so Koko could settle comfortably. But just as she was ready to feed him, something distracted her—a sudden rustle in the bushes.
It was Kiba, the energetic young monkey from the neighboring tree. He hopped excitedly toward them, full of morning energy.
“Auntie Sori! Auntie Sori! Guess what I found!” he shouted, waving a long green leaf above his head.
Koko didn’t care what Kiba found. He was focused on something far more important. But when Kiba ran circles around Mama Sori, Koko let out a frustrated squeak and clung even tighter, afraid his moment was being delayed.
Mama Sori gave Kiba a gentle smile. “Good morning, Kiba. But can we talk later? Koko needs his milk first.”
Kiba stopped bouncing. He looked at Koko’s squishy little face and giggled. “Oh! Sorry, baby Koko! I didn’t know!”
He raced back into the trees with a quick goodbye, leaving the mother and baby in peace once more.
Finally, Mama Sori sat down on a thick low branch. Koko immediately nuzzled into her, rubbing his face against her warm fur. His tiny tail curled happily, and he let out a soft cooing sound. He was finally getting what he had been waiting for.
As he fed, he relaxed completely. His eyelids got heavy, and he made soft little smacking sounds that always made his mother smile. Mama Sori held him close with one arm, gently stroking the back of his head with the other. She loved these quiet moments—the times when her baby felt safe enough to fall half-asleep in her arms.
Nearby, the other monkeys swung from branch to branch, chatting loudly and searching for breakfast. But Mama Sori stayed still, giving Koko all the calm he needed. Her world, at least for now, was centered on this tiny, hungry baby.
After a while, Koko finally pulled away, milk-drunk and peaceful. His little belly was round, and he looked extremely satisfied. He blinked slowly at Mama Sori and let out a tiny hiccup that made her laugh.
“All done?” she asked softly.
Koko nodded—or at least, he wiggled his head in a way that looked like a nod. He wasn’t quite steady yet, but he tried.
Mama Sori lifted him up and gently placed him on her shoulder. Koko wrapped his arms around her neck and hugged tightly. With a full belly and a warm embrace, he was the happiest little monkey in the world.
But the peaceful moment didn’t last long.
Suddenly, a loud barking sound echoed from below the trees. A village dog, exploring the forest edge, had spotted movement and began barking excitedly. The sound startled Koko so much that he jerked his head up and clung tightly to his mother’s neck.
His eyes went wide. His ears flattened. And his whole body trembled slightly. Even though he was full and sleepy a moment ago, now he felt scared.
Mama Sori hugged him closer. “It’s okay, little one. You’re safe with me.”
She climbed higher into the tree, away from the barking sound. The higher they went, the calmer Koko became. The wind felt softer, and the forest grew quiet again. His heartbeat slowed, and he peeked over his mother’s shoulder to make sure the dog wasn’t following.
Once they were high enough, Mama Sori stopped on a thick branch where the sunlight warmed the wood. She sat down, keeping Koko pressed gently against her chest.
“It’s alright,” she whispered. “Mama will always protect you.”
Koko felt a new wave of comfort. He burrowed into her chest again—not for milk this time, but for reassurance. He didn’t want to let go.
Seeing this, Mama Sori cradled him and rocked him gently. “My sweet baby,” she said. “You’re always safe.”
Little by little, Koko relaxed. His tiny fingers loosened. His trembling stopped. Soon, the comfort of Mama’s arms made his body grow warm and sleepy again.
But after a few moments, Koko opened one eye and looked up at Mama.
His little face said everything.
He wanted more milk.
Mama Sori couldn’t help but laugh. “Again? You just ate!”
But Koko wiggled, reaching with his small hands, making it clear that his mind was set. He needed the warmth, the security, the closeness—and, of course, a little more milk.
Mama Sori gently adjusted him and let him feed again. And just like before, Koko settled immediately, his world becoming soft and peaceful.
As he drank, Mama Sori looked at him with warm eyes. She loved watching him grow, even if it meant feeding him again and again. She knew these days wouldn’t last forever. One day he would climb trees on his own, eat fruits, play with the other young monkeys, and be brave enough to explore the forest.
But for now… he was her baby.
A baby monkey who simply wanted his milk.
A little creature who depended on her warmth.
And Mama Sori would give him everything he needed.
Under the glowing morning sun, the mother and baby remained curled together—safe, loved, and peaceful—sharing one of the most precious moments in the forest.
