The sun was just beginning to rise above the green fields, painting the sky with hues of gold and soft pink. The small village was waking up, and among the gentle sounds of morning—chirping birds, rustling leaves, and distant chatter—there was one little monkey who always seemed to bring joy wherever he went. His name was Bon.
Bon was not like the other baby monkeys who were often mischievous or too shy. He had a warm, tender heart, and there was one thing he loved more than climbing trees, more than playing with his friends, and even more than eating bananas. That one thing was his father.
Every time Bon saw his father, he would light up like the morning sun. His tiny legs would kick into action, and he would sprint across the yard, through the grass, or even down the dusty path just to throw himself into his father’s arms. “Papa!” Bon would chirp in his baby voice, hugging tightly as though he never wanted to let go.
Bon’s father, a gentle and strong monkey named Dara, always welcomed these moments. No matter how tired he was after working all day, no matter if his hands were busy carrying food or fixing things around the house, Dara always opened his arms wide to scoop Bon up. He would laugh, ruffle his little son’s hair, and sometimes lift him high into the air, making Bon squeal with delight.
It became such a regular sight that everyone in the village knew about it. Whenever Dara appeared, Bon’s little feet would patter on the ground, followed by the happiest cry of “Papa!” and then a burst of laughter as father and son reunited.
But the story wasn’t just about a baby monkey running to his father. Behind this simple act was a bond so deep and special that it touched everyone who witnessed it.
A Morning Routine
Every morning, Bon would sit by the window waiting for his father to come back from his early chores. He was too little to join him in the fields, but that didn’t stop him from trying. Sometimes he would sneak out and follow a few steps before Dara spotted him.
“Bon, you must stay with Mama. It’s too dangerous,” Dara would say kindly, leading him back home.
Yet, as soon as Bon saw his father’s figure returning from the distance, he would dash forward with all his strength. The little monkey’s eyes would sparkle, his tail swinging wildly as he launched into his father’s embrace.
This ritual never grew old. For Bon, it was proof that his father always came back, no matter how far he went. For Dara, it was a reminder that his little one needed him not just for food or safety but for love.
Bon’s Curiosity
As Bon grew a little older, his bond with his father grew stronger. He wanted to do everything his father did. If Dara carried a basket, Bon would carry a small stick and pretend it was heavy. If Dara climbed a tree to gather fruits, Bon would scramble up the lower branches, imitating his moves.
“Papa, look! I can do it too!” Bon would shout proudly, showing off his clumsy efforts.
Dara never laughed at him. Instead, he encouraged him gently. “You’ll get stronger each day, my Bon. One day, you’ll climb higher than me.”
Even when Bon stumbled or fell, Dara was always there to help him back up. These small lessons, wrapped in love and patience, became the foundation of Bon’s trust. It wasn’t just admiration; it was a certainty in his little heart that his father was his safe place.
The Day of the Storm
One afternoon, dark clouds gathered above the village, and soon a heavy storm rolled in. The thunder roared, lightning flashed, and the rain poured down in torrents. Bon had never seen such a frightening storm before. He shivered, clutching his tiny blanket, his eyes wide with fear.
“Papa isn’t here…” he whispered, trembling. His father had gone out earlier to help secure the banana trees before the storm grew worse.
The sound of the wind rattling the windows made Bon jump. He wanted to hide, but more than anything, he wanted his father. He sat by the door, waiting, his little heart pounding faster with every rumble of thunder.
Then, through the rain, he saw a familiar figure approaching. Soaked and tired, but strong as ever, it was Dara. Bon didn’t hesitate—he flung the door open and ran into the storm, straight toward his father.
“Papa!”
The rain pelted down, but Bon didn’t care. He leapt into his father’s arms, holding on tightly. Dara, though drenched, laughed softly and hugged his son close. “Don’t worry, Bon. I’m here.”
In that moment, nothing else mattered—not the thunder, not the storm, not the fear. Bon felt safe again.
A Father’s Wisdom
Over time, everyone noticed how attached Bon was to his father. Some teased him gently, saying, “Bon, you’ll never let your father breathe if you keep running to him like that!” But Bon didn’t care. He only grinned and hugged his father tighter.
Dara, however, knew that as Bon grew older, he would need to learn independence too. One evening, while Bon was sitting on his father’s lap, Dara said softly, “My little one, you will always have me in your heart, even when I’m not near. You are brave, and you will learn to stand on your own feet. But remember, no matter what, I will always come when you need me.”
Bon tilted his head, not fully understanding, but he felt the warmth in his father’s words. He nodded, whispering, “Papa always comes.”
The Festival
The village held a festival once a year, full of laughter, dancing, and games. Bon was thrilled—he wanted to see everything, taste everything, and play with all the other children. But the crowd was large, and Bon was small. At one point, he got separated and couldn’t see his father anywhere.
His little chest tightened. He felt lost among the sea of faces. But then, he remembered what his father said: “You will always have me in your heart.” Bon took a deep breath, looked around, and spotted the familiar figure standing tall at the edge of the crowd.
“Papa!” he shouted, and once again, his legs carried him as fast as they could. When Dara turned and saw his son running toward him, he knelt down, catching him in a hug as though it was the first time ever.
That night, as the lanterns glowed and the music played, Bon snuggled close to his father, happier than any other monkey in the village.
A Bond Forever
As days turned into months, and months into years, one thing never changed—Bon ran to his father whenever he saw him. Whether it was in the morning, after work, during playtime, or even in the middle of a storm, Bon’s heart always guided him back to his father.
It wasn’t just about running. It was about trust, love, and the unshakable bond between them. For Bon, his father was his hero. For Dara, his son was his greatest treasure.
And so, in that little village where everyone came to know their story, the sight of Bon rushing into his father’s arms became a symbol of love—a reminder that sometimes the simplest gestures are the ones that mean the most.
