The morning sun filtered through the treetops, spilling light over the CUTIS family home. The air was soft and warm, filled with the sounds of chattering birds and the rustling of leaves. Mom CUTIS, now heavily pregnant, was sitting on the porch, her round belly rising and falling as she breathed slowly. Her hands gently rested on her stomach as if she were speaking silently to the little life inside.
Her son, CUTIS — the clever, loyal, and ever-curious young monkey — sat nearby, watching her closely. He had always been deeply attached to his mother, following her everywhere, helping her carry food, or just sitting quietly beside her when she needed rest. But lately, CUTIS had noticed something new: Mom had been moving slower, sighing more often, and she’d started sorting through old things — including a small pile of soft, folded maternity clothes.
Those clothes weren’t ordinary to CUTIS. They carried a scent — familiar and full of comfort. They reminded him of when he was a baby, when Mom would hold him close, wrapping him in warmth and safety.
That morning, as Mom CUTIS prepared to nap, she said softly, “CUTIS, Mommy’s going to rest for a bit. Don’t make too much noise, okay?”
CUTIS nodded, his little face full of understanding. But as soon as she closed her eyes, he turned his gaze toward the folded maternity clothes resting in a woven basket. Something in his heart stirred — a quiet calling he couldn’t quite explain.
He looked around to make sure no one was watching. Then, gently and carefully, he picked up the clothes — one piece at a time — and tucked them under his small arm. The fabric was soft against his fur, carrying that familiar smell of home and safety.
Then, without making a sound, he began to walk toward the edge of the forest.
Where was he going? Even CUTIS himself wasn’t sure. He just knew he had to take those clothes somewhere special.
Through the thick green leaves, he climbed and leapt gracefully, following a narrow trail that led to a hidden part of the jungle — a quiet, secret place known only to him. It was a small clearing near a waterfall, surrounded by moss-covered stones and wildflowers. The sunlight shimmered through the mist, making the whole area glow with a magical light.
This was CUTIS’s secret spot — the place he always came to when he wanted to think, or when he missed his mom during her long trips to the village.
He spread the maternity clothes carefully on a flat stone near the water. One by one, he unfolded them — a soft blouse, a faded wrap, a piece of cloth with tiny patterns that looked like baby footprints. He ran his little hands over them, feeling the fabric as if touching a piece of his past.
“Mom used to wear this… when I was inside her belly,” he whispered softly to himself, even though no one could hear.
He sat there for a moment, looking thoughtful. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he began to arrange the clothes in a neat circle. In the center, he placed a small bunch of fresh flowers he had gathered from the jungle floor — yellow blossoms that smelled faintly sweet.
To CUTIS, this wasn’t just play. It was something much deeper — something instinctive. He was honoring his mom. Somewhere in his little heart, he understood that soon, another baby would arrive, and life would change again. He wanted to create something beautiful for her — a gift she didn’t even know she needed.
Back at home, Mom CUTIS woke up and noticed the basket was empty. “Where are my maternity clothes?” she murmured, frowning slightly. She looked around but couldn’t see CUTIS anywhere.
She called out, “CUTIS? Where did you go, little one?”
There was no reply, only the sound of the forest humming softly outside.
Mom CUTIS sighed and decided to follow his scent trail. Though slow, she moved with quiet determination, holding onto the trees for balance. The path led her deeper into the forest, through vines and patches of sunlight. She knew where this path led — her son’s favorite spot by the waterfall.
When she arrived, what she saw made her stop in her tracks.
There, in the center of the clearing, was CUTIS, sitting proudly beside a carefully arranged circle of her maternity clothes. In the middle of it was a bouquet of yellow flowers. He was humming softly to himself, occasionally patting the soft fabric as if comforting it.
Mom CUTIS’s eyes filled with tears.
She approached slowly, afraid to disturb the scene. “CUTIS…” she whispered, her voice trembling between laughter and emotion.
CUTIS turned around, his eyes wide and bright. “Mom!” he chirped happily, running up to her. He took her hand and led her toward the arrangement. “Look! For you!”
Mom knelt down, her hand covering her mouth as she took in every detail — the neatly folded clothes, the flowers, the way the sunlight fell perfectly across the scene. It wasn’t random. It was love, pure and wordless.
“Did you… make this for me?” she asked softly.
CUTIS nodded proudly, pointing to the circle. “For you and baby,” he said, placing his hand gently on her belly.
Her heart melted. She gathered him into her arms, holding him tightly. “Oh, my sweet boy,” she whispered. “You remembered. You know Mommy’s going to have another little one, don’t you?”
He nodded again, resting his head against her shoulder.
She smiled through her tears. “You brought my maternity clothes here because… you wanted to share this special place, didn’t you?”
CUTIS looked up and made a small sound of agreement. He wanted his future baby sibling to feel what he felt here — peace, warmth, and love. This was where he had always come when he missed her. Now, it would be a place for all of them — a hidden sanctuary for their family’s memories.
Mom CUTIS sat down beside him, letting the waterfall’s mist cool her face. She stroked his fur and whispered, “You’ve found the perfect place, CUTIS. You’ve given me more than I could ever ask for.”
They stayed there for a while, watching the water glisten under the sun. Birds flew overhead, chirping softly as if blessing the moment. CUTIS reached for another flower and tucked it gently behind his mother’s ear. She laughed quietly and kissed his forehead.
“This secret,” she said softly, “we’ll keep it between us. When your little brother or sister is born, we’ll bring them here. And I’ll tell them that their big brother made this place — with love.”
CUTIS smiled, hugging her belly again. He didn’t fully understand all her words, but he understood the feeling — the love that filled the air like sunlight through leaves.
By the time they returned home, the shadows were long, and the jungle was glowing with the soft light of dusk. The basket sat empty on the porch, but Mom didn’t refill it. She simply smiled at it, remembering what her son had done.
That night, as she tucked CUTIS into his blanket, she whispered, “You know, CUTIS, one day your baby brother or sister will ask me how I stayed so strong while waiting for them. And I’ll tell them it was because of you — because of what you did with my maternity clothes.”
CUTIS, already half-asleep, murmured something softly and curled closer to her.
Outside, the wind rustled gently through the trees — almost as if carrying a secret. The waterfall shimmered faintly in the distance, guarding the hidden circle of love that CUTIS had created.
And though no one else in the world knew about it, that special place would forever hold the quiet story of a little monkey’s heart — full of love, memory, and the most tender secret of all. 😯💛🐒
