In the soft morning light, the gentle hum of the farm was already alive. Birds chirped from the nearby trees, and a light breeze carried the scent of fresh bananas and ripe mangoes from the fruit basket that Mom had just prepared. In the corner of the porch, little Bin, the baby monkey, was sitting quietly, hugging his tiny blanket, blinking his big round eyes with sleepy curiosity.
Mom smiled as she looked at him. Bin had been up late the night before, climbing everywhere, playing with his stuffed toy and refusing to go to sleep until she sang him a lullaby. Now, the mischievous monkey looked adorably tired, scratching his head and yawning wide enough to show all his little teeth.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Mom said warmly, placing the fruit basket on the table. “Are you hungry?”
The word hungry instantly caught Bin’s attention. His ears perked up, and his eyes lit like tiny stars. He jumped off his blanket and ran toward Mom with both arms open, squeaking softly as if to say, Yes! Yes! I’m hungry!
Mom chuckled. “I knew it,” she said, gently scooping him into her arms. Bin nuzzled his head against her neck, his soft fur brushing her cheek. He made tiny happy sounds — little hums of contentment — as if he knew breakfast time with Mom was always special.
On the table, there were slices of bananas, papaya cubes, and a bowl of warm milk. Mom carefully placed Bin on the chair next to her. Bin tried to climb onto the table, but Mom quickly stopped him with a playful tap on the nose.
“Ah-ah, little one. Sit nicely,” she said. “You’re growing up now. Let’s eat like a good boy.”
Bin blinked, clearly trying to understand. He tilted his head, then sat down cross-legged, his tail swinging happily. Mom peeled a small banana and handed it to him. Bin grabbed it quickly with both hands, took one giant bite, and made a dramatic “mmm” sound that made Mom burst into laughter.
“You like it, huh?” she said.
Bin nodded vigorously, mouth full of banana. He looked up at her with the sweetest, most thankful expression, as though every bite was the best thing in the world.
After finishing the banana, he pointed to the bowl of papaya. Mom picked up a piece and offered it to him, but Bin shook his head. Instead, he grabbed the spoon and tried to feed himself. Unfortunately, most of the papaya ended up on his face instead of his mouth.
Mom couldn’t help but laugh again. “Oh, Bin! You’re supposed to eat it, not wear it!”
Bin looked at her with wide innocent eyes, then giggled in his monkey way — a series of soft squeaks and little jumps. He dipped the spoon again, this time trying to feed Mom instead.
“Oh? You want to share?” she asked.
He nodded, stretching out his tiny arm with the spoon. Mom leaned forward and took the bite. “Yum! That’s so good! Thank you, Bin!”
Her happy tone made Bin beam with pride. He clapped his little hands and made joyful noises. Sharing food wasn’t just fun — it made him feel grown up and loved.
When breakfast was nearly done, Mom poured the warm milk into a small cup. She handed it to Bin carefully, warning him, “Slowly, it’s warm.”
But of course, Bin couldn’t wait. He took a big sip and immediately puffed his cheeks — the milk was warmer than he expected! Mom quickly blew on it, laughing softly. “See? I told you, silly boy.”
After cooling it down, she gave it back. Bin held the cup with both hands this time, sipping gently. The comfort of warm milk seemed to make him melt with happiness. His eyes closed halfway, his little tail curled around his leg, and he leaned against Mom’s arm.
Mom stroked his fur softly. “You’re such a good baby, Bin,” she whispered. “You make every morning brighter.”
Bin looked up at her, then placed his small hand on her cheek — a gesture he had learned to show affection. She smiled, touched by the sweetness of the moment. It was these quiet times — feeding, cuddling, sharing food — that made their bond so strong.
After breakfast, Bin didn’t want to leave Mom’s side. When she stood up to wash the dishes, he clung to her shirt, riding on her back as she moved around the kitchen. Every now and then, he peeked over her shoulder, as if supervising.
Mom giggled. “Are you my little helper or my little boss today?”
Bin tilted his head and made a small “eeh eeh” sound — his funny way of saying both.
When the dishes were done, Mom took Bin outside to enjoy the sunshine. The garden was full of life — butterflies fluttered over flowers, and the gentle rustle of leaves filled the air. Mom sat on a wooden chair under a mango tree while Bin played nearby, chasing after a butterfly that kept teasing him by flying just out of reach.
“Careful, Bin,” Mom called out. “Don’t climb too high!”
But Bin loved adventure. He scrambled up a low branch, then looked down at her proudly, squeaking as if to say, Look, Mom! I did it!
Mom clapped her hands. “Wow, my brave little monkey!”
Encouraged by her cheer, Bin climbed down again and ran back to her, jumping into her arms for a cuddle. He buried his face in her shoulder, breathing softly. After all his excitement, he was beginning to feel sleepy again.
Mom held him close, rocking gently as she hummed a lullaby. The warm breeze carried her soft voice, and Bin’s eyelids slowly drooped. His little fingers loosened their grip on her shirt, and his breathing became slow and steady.
Looking down at him, Mom smiled lovingly. “You had a busy morning, my sweet baby,” she whispered. “Now rest. Tomorrow we’ll have more fruit and play more games.”
She kissed the top of his head as he drifted into peaceful sleep, still holding a tiny piece of banana in one hand.
Mom sat there for a while, watching the sunlight dance across the garden. Raising a baby monkey like Bin wasn’t always easy — he could be messy, noisy, and endlessly curious — but moments like this made it all worthwhile. His love was pure and honest, his laughter contagious, and his trust in her unshakable.
She thought back to the day she first brought him home — how tiny and scared he was, clutching her finger like it was his only anchor in the world. Now, he was full of life, full of personality, and every day with him brought new surprises.
As she gazed at his sleeping face, she whispered softly, “You’re not just my little monkey, Bin. You’re my family.”
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, wrapping them in golden light — a picture of perfect peace between a mother and her baby monkey. And in that quiet moment, one thing was clear: love doesn’t need words. It’s in the small acts — a warm meal, a gentle touch, a caring gaze — that hearts truly speak.
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