The morning sun peeked through the soft leaves, bathing the small courtyard in golden light. Little Kimi, the baby monkey, was still half-asleep, curled up on a cozy blanket that smelled like her dad. Her tiny hands clutched the edge of the fabric as she dreamed of something sweet—warm milk and soft cuddles. Suddenly, she heard a familiar sound: the soft squeak of a bottle cap twisting open.
Her ears twitched immediately. “Squeeeak.”
Her sleepy eyes opened wide. Could it be… milk?
Kimi lifted her little head and sniffed the air. The moment she caught the smell—warm, creamy, and comforting—she froze for just one second. Then, her whole body came alive. With a tiny squeal, she jumped up, her tail curling and her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Papa’s got the milk!” she thought.
Across the courtyard, her father stood near the kitchen steps, holding a small bottle filled with fresh milk. The sight was irresistible to Kimi. Without another thought, she took off running on her tiny feet, almost tripping over herself in excitement. Her arms swung as she hurried forward, squealing with joy.
“Eeee! Eeee!” she cried, her voice full of anticipation.
Her father, hearing her familiar call, turned around just in time to see her dashing toward him like a little furball of energy. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Here she comes, my hungry girl,” he said softly, crouching down so she could reach him easily.
But Kimi wasn’t planning to stop and wait politely. Oh no—she had one goal in mind: the milk. As soon as she reached him, she leapt onto his leg and began climbing, her little fingers gripping his clothes tightly. Her father chuckled as she pulled herself up with surprising determination, her tail swishing behind her like a tiny flag.
“Alright, alright, Kimi,” he said, smiling. “I see you’re ready for breakfast.”
When she finally reached his shoulder, she stretched her hand toward the bottle, squeaking impatiently. Her eyes were wide, shining with excitement. Her father held it just out of reach for a moment, teasing her gently. “Oh, you want this? You sure?”
Kimi responded by reaching even higher and pressing her face against the bottle’s cap. She could already smell the sweet scent of milk through the plastic. Her little mouth opened in a pleading expression that no heart could resist.
“Okay, okay,” her father said, laughing. “You win.”
He unscrewed the cap and held out the bottle. The moment he did, Kimi snatched it and began drinking eagerly. The sound of her sipping filled the air—tiny gulps, quick breaths, and happy sighs between sips. Her whole body relaxed as the warm milk filled her tummy.
It was her favorite part of the day—snuggled close to her father, drinking milk that made her feel safe and loved. Her little hands clung to the bottle tightly, as if it might disappear at any moment.
Her father watched her with tender eyes, gently stroking her head. “You’re such a good girl, Kimi,” he whispered. “Always in such a hurry when it’s milk time.”
When she was about halfway through the bottle, she paused and looked up at him, milk dripping from the corners of her mouth. Then, in a gesture that melted his heart, she pressed her tiny forehead against his cheek and gave a soft, affectionate squeak. It was her way of saying “thank you.”
After finishing her drink, Kimi let out a little satisfied burp and hugged her father’s neck tightly. She didn’t want to let go. Her full belly and warm heart made her feel sleepy again. Her father smiled and carried her to the shade, sitting down on a bamboo mat with her still clinging to him.
But Kimi wasn’t done yet. After a few quiet moments, she peeked at the empty bottle in his hand. Her little brow furrowed, and she poked the bottle with her finger. “No more?” her eyes seemed to ask.
Her father laughed softly. “All finished, sweetheart. No more milk for now.”
Kimi looked disappointed for a second but then quickly brightened up. She climbed onto his lap, wrapping her tail around his arm and resting her chin on his chest. Her small fingers played with the buttons on his shirt while she made tiny chattering sounds, as if telling him all about her dreams.
Soon, their dog, Coco, wandered over, tail wagging. Seeing Kimi, Coco gave a gentle bark and sat down beside them. The baby monkey’s eyes sparkled again. She reached out and patted Coco’s head, then gently tugged at the dog’s ear, making soft giggling sounds.
Coco, ever patient, simply wagged her tail and leaned closer, letting Kimi climb onto her back. Now perched high on Coco’s fur, Kimi looked down proudly at her father, her chest puffed up like a tiny queen on her throne.
“Look at you,” her father said with a smile. “You’ve finished your milk and now you’re the boss again.”
Kimi gave a triumphant little squeal and held onto Coco’s fur as the dog slowly walked around the courtyard. The two looked like the best of friends—a curious baby monkey and a gentle, loyal dog.
After a few minutes of play, Kimi climbed down and went back to her father, curling up in his arms. She yawned widely, her eyelids growing heavy. The warmth of the milk and the comfort of her father’s heartbeat lulled her into a deep, peaceful nap.
Her father looked down at her sleeping face—so small, so innocent—and smiled softly. “You’re growing fast, my little one,” he whispered. “One day, you’ll climb higher than this, run faster, and find milk all on your own. But for now… I’m happy to be your milk man.”
As Kimi slept, the sunlight danced through the leaves above them. A gentle breeze carried the soft scent of flowers and fruit. Coco lay beside them, keeping watch over the sleeping pair.
Time seemed to slow down in that beautiful, simple moment—a father, his baby monkey, and their faithful dog, surrounded by love and laughter.
Later that afternoon, when Kimi woke up, she stretched and blinked her big brown eyes. The first thing she saw was her father preparing another small bottle. Her little mouth curved into a happy smile.
The moment she saw the milk again, her earlier drowsiness vanished. She clapped her tiny hands and jumped straight into his lap, squeaking with excitement once more.
Her father laughed heartily. “Ah, I see you’re ready again, my milk-loving girl!”
He handed her the bottle, and once again, the sound of happy sipping filled the air. As the sun began to set behind the trees, painting the sky with soft orange light, the world seemed to glow with warmth and peace.
In that perfect moment, Kimi didn’t need anything else—not toys, not fruit, not even a big adventure. All she needed was her father, her bottle of milk, and the comfort of knowing she was loved.
And so, as the stars began to twinkle above, little Kimi snuggled close, her tail curling around her father’s arm. She sighed happily, her tummy full and her heart content.
Tomorrow would bring more climbing, more play, and maybe even more milk—but for now, everything was perfect. 💖🐒🍼
