In a peaceful sanctuary tucked away in the tropical forests of Southeast Asia, there lived a small troop of monkeys who had become local celebrities, thanks to a popular YouTube channel that followed their daily lives. Among them was a young monkey named Cutis—a sensitive, curious, and sometimes mischievous little soul who had always been the center of his father’s world.
Cutis was not the youngest in the troop anymore. Recently, a new baby had been born—soft, pink-faced, with wide, innocent eyes. The troop welcomed this new life with excitement, but for Cutis, everything began to change. This baby wasn’t just a new member—it was his little sibling, and to Cutis, it meant he was no longer Dad’s “baby.”
At first, Cutis tried to act like it didn’t bother him. He busied himself with climbing trees, chasing butterflies, and showing off to the camera crew that frequently visited. But every now and then, he’d glance back and catch his father, Kuro, grooming the baby or cradling it close, chittering to it with the softest sounds—a sound Cutis used to hear just for him.
Cutis had always been close to Kuro. Ever since he was born, Kuro had been his playmate, protector, and guide. They used to curl up together in the shade of mango trees and nap in the afternoon sun. Kuro taught Cutis how to swing across vines and even how to crack open the toughest nuts. But now, every vine-swinging game seemed to be put on pause. Every afternoon nap? Shared with someone else.
The moment that shattered Cutis’s heart came during feeding time. The caregivers brought out sweet potatoes and banana slices—Cutis’s favorites. Normally, Kuro would help Cutis pick the ripest pieces and sit beside him. But this time, Kuro walked straight past him and sat with the baby, gently breaking food into tiny bits and watching with admiration as the little one nibbled on a banana.
Cutis watched from a distance, clutching a piece of half-eaten sweet potato. His eyes brimmed with tears that slowly spilled down his cheeks. He let out a soft, pitiful whimper, then a louder sob that startled some of the younger monkeys. His whole body trembled as if the forest itself had betrayed him.
The caregivers, who had gotten used to Cutis’s cheerful antics, were taken aback. One of them, Anna, rushed over with concern, gently stroking Cutis’s back and offering him a bigger slice of banana. But Cutis didn’t want food. He wanted his father.
Kuro, hearing the commotion, looked over. For a moment, their eyes locked—Cutis’s full of heartbreak, Kuro’s full of confusion. Then something shifted. Kuro stood, lifting the baby gently and walking toward Cutis. But instead of offering comfort, he simply sat a short distance away, bouncing the baby in his arms and murmuring softly.
That was the final straw. Cutis wailed—a raw, emotional cry that echoed through the trees. It wasn’t just sadness. It was grief, jealousy, and confusion all wrapped into one. The other monkeys grew quiet. Even the birds paused their songs.
Cutis bolted. He ran through the trees, tears flying, his chest heaving. He didn’t stop until he reached his favorite hiding spot—a little hollow between two massive roots of an old banyan tree. There, away from everyone, he curled up and cried. His sobs shook his tiny body. For a young monkey who had known nothing but love, this sudden shift felt like the end of the world
Back at the main area, Kuro sat silently. He looked down at the baby, then glanced in the direction Cutis had run. There was something in his eyes—regret, maybe, or realization. He had been so caught up in the miracle of new life, he had forgotten the heart he might be breaking.
That evening, as the forest glowed gold with the setting sun, Kuro quietly approached the banyan tree. Cutis was still there, quiet now, his eyes red and puffy. Kuro didn’t speak—not with sounds. Instead, he gently set the baby down beside a tuft of moss and walked over to Cutis. He sat down slowly, waiting.
Cutis peeked through his arms, wary and trembling. Kuro extended his hand, just as he used to when Cutis was smaller and scared. For a long moment, there was stillness.
Then Cutis crawled forward, cautiously, then faster, and threw himself into his father’s arms. The baby, too young to understand the moment, let out a cheerful squeal and clapped his hands.
That night, the three of them lay curled together beneath the stars. Kuro’s arms cradled both his sons—his firstborn, still so small and in need of love, and the newborn, just beginning his journey. It was a moment of quiet unity. Family.
The next morning, Cutis was back to his curious, cheeky self. But now, there was a new softness in the way he looked at the baby. A sort of acceptance, even a hint of pride. He still had moments where jealousy flickered—but he knew now that his father’s love hadn’t disappeared. It had grown.
The caregivers caught this all on video—the heartbreak, the sobbing, the reconciliation. It touched millions. People from around the world commented, “Poor little Cutis 😢”, “Sibling jealousy is real, even for monkeys!” and “That hug at the end broke me.” The video quickly went viral, racking up millions of views in days. Cutis had unintentionally shown the world that animals, like humans, feel deeply—and that even the tiniest heart can break, and heal again.
