The morning sun had just begun to peek through the banana leaves when little Cici, the baby monkey, opened her eyes. Her fur was still ruffled from sleep, and her tiny tail curled up like a spring. But before she could even stretch or yawn properly, her little tummy made a soft grumble. She blinked once, twice—and then realized exactly what she wanted.
“Milk! I want milk!” her bright brown eyes seemed to say as she looked around eagerly.
Her tiny hands reached for the familiar bottle that her human mom usually brought her every morning. But today, the bottle wasn’t there. Her mom was still preparing it in the kitchen, and the smell of warm milk was just starting to drift through the air.
Cici couldn’t wait another second. She began to squeak impatiently, bouncing on the soft blanket where she usually played. Her little fingers tapped against the floor as if drumming out her message: Hurry up, Mom! Hurry up!
Her mom peeked around the corner with a smile. “Just a minute, sweetheart,” she said gently, shaking the milk bottle to make sure it was perfectly warm.
But Cici didn’t understand the words—she only knew that she wanted it now. She scurried toward her mom’s legs, tugging at the edge of her skirt, eyes wide and sparkling with urgency. Her tiny mouth made little “ee-eee” sounds, full of impatience and longing.
“Oh, Cici,” Mom laughed softly, “you’re such a little drama queen.”
The bottle was almost ready, but not quite cool enough yet. Still, that didn’t stop Cici from trying to climb up onto Mom’s lap, her tiny hands gripping with surprising strength. She pressed her face close to the bottle as if hoping her cuteness would make it come faster.
When Mom lifted the bottle up to check the temperature, Cici’s eyes followed every move. Her head tilted from side to side like a little detective watching the most important clue in the world. And when she finally saw the milk swirling inside, she let out the loudest squeak yet, bouncing on her little feet.
“Alright, alright!” Mom laughed. “You win, baby.”
At last, she handed the bottle to Cici, who took it with both hands, clutching it like the most precious treasure. Her tiny lips wrapped around the tip, and instantly, the world seemed to quiet down. Her tail relaxed, her eyes softened, and her whole body calmed as she began to drink.
The sound of her gentle sucking filled the room. It was her favorite sound—warm, comforting, and safe. Every drop felt like love itself.
Mom watched her with a tender smile. “You really can’t wait for your milk, huh?” she whispered softly.
Cici paused for a moment, as if to say no way!, then went right back to drinking, her little cheeks puffing out adorably. A bit of milk dribbled down her chin, and she tried to lick it off, which made her mom laugh again.
After a few more sips, Cici’s eyelids began to droop. The warm milk was doing its magic—filling her tummy and soothing her tiny heart. She leaned against Mom’s arm, her grip on the bottle loosening little by little.
But just when Mom thought she might fall asleep, Cici suddenly sat up straight again. She wasn’t finished! She took another deep sip, holding the bottle tightly once more. Her determination made Mom chuckle again.
“You little milk monster,” she teased lovingly. “You’re not missing a single drop, are you?”
Cici’s eyes sparkled at the word monster, as if she found it funny. Her tail flicked playfully.
When she finally finished, the bottle was completely empty. Cici looked at it, turned it upside down, and even shook it a few times, hoping a last drop might appear. But it was gone.
Then came the cutest pout in the world—her lips pressed together, and her eyes grew big and shiny. Mom giggled and said, “All done, baby. No more milk for now.”
Cici sighed dramatically, letting her head fall against Mom’s shoulder. Her tiny hands clung to the empty bottle like it was a best friend. She didn’t want to let go yet.
Mom gently rubbed her back. “You’ll have more later, sweetheart. You’re growing so fast. I bet one day you’ll drink all your milk like a big girl.”
Hearing the gentle tone, Cici slowly relaxed. The warmth in her belly, the comfort of being held, and the love in her mom’s voice made her feel completely safe. Her eyelids fluttered, and soon she was dozing off, still hugging her empty bottle.
A few minutes later, a little snore escaped her tiny mouth. Mom smiled, carrying her to the soft blanket near the window. The sunlight touched Cici’s fur, making it glow like gold.
For a long moment, Mom simply watched her sleep—so peaceful, so full of life. Every morning with Cici was a new adventure, but moments like this were the sweetest of all.
Then, just when the room had gone quiet, Cici’s hand twitched. Her fingers tightened around the bottle again, and she murmured in her sleep, “Eee… milk…”
Mom burst out laughing quietly. “Even in your dreams, you can’t wait for your milk!”
The hours passed, and by afternoon, Cici was awake again—refreshed and full of playful energy. She climbed onto the couch, onto the table, and even tried to peek inside the kitchen cabinet where the milk bottles were kept.
Mom spotted her and shook her head with a smile. “You little explorer! That’s not time for milk yet.”
But Cici didn’t care. She reached out and tapped on the cabinet door, as if asking, Are you hiding my milk in there? Her curiosity and persistence were endless.
Finally, Mom gave in again. “Okay, okay. You win—snack time!”
As soon as she heard the sound of milk being poured, Cici squeaked with joy, spinning in circles like a tiny furry tornado. She bounced up and down, tail wagging, hands clapping.
When the bottle came into view again, she couldn’t stay still. She ran to her mom, grabbed the bottle, and hugged it before drinking, like it was her favorite toy and her favorite food all in one.
Her happiness was pure and contagious. Even the family’s cat, who was lounging in the corner, lifted its head curiously at all the excitement.
Mom just watched and smiled, shaking her head. “You really can’t wait for your milk, can you, Cici?”
Cici didn’t answer, of course—she was too busy drinking. But the sparkle in her eyes said everything. Milk wasn’t just her favorite drink; it was her comfort, her joy, her signal that everything was right in the world.
By the time she finished, she was licking the last drops from the tip again, looking deeply satisfied. She rubbed her little belly, yawned, and curled up beside her mom once more.
Mom kissed her soft forehead. “Good girl,” she whispered. “Now you can rest again.”
Cici closed her eyes with a happy sigh, snuggling closer. The day had started with impatience and ended in peace—just another adorable chapter in her baby monkey life.
And even as she drifted back to sleep, her tiny fingers twitched around the empty bottle again, as if to say: I’ll be ready for my next milk soon, Mom. Don’t be late! 🍼🙈💤
