The sun had barely risen when a small rustling sound echoed from the wooden basket near the kitchen. Inside, wrapped gently in a soft yellow blanket, was Mino—the cute baby monkey who had recently become a beloved part of the family. His tiny hands stretched upward as he yawned, blinking sleepily as the warm morning light touched his fur. Mino had only been in the house for a few weeks, but it already felt as though he had always belonged there.
Mino lived in a cozy home surrounded by fruit trees, birds, and gentle breezes that carried the scent of fresh leaves. The family who cared for him—Grandma Lina, Uncle Rith, and little Dara—treated Mino like he was the youngest member of the household. Every morning, Mino would wake up before everyone else and toddle around the living room, exploring everything with curiosity.
That morning, Dara came downstairs rubbing her eyes. She spotted Mino immediately and grinned.
“Mino! Good morning!” she called.
Mino squeaked happily and scampered toward her on his tiny feet. He wrapped his arms around Dara’s ankle in a warm greeting. Dara lifted him into her arms, giving him gentle pats on the back. Mino nuzzled against her cheek, his fur soft and warm.
The day officially began.
Grandma Lina was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The smell of bananas filled the air, and Mino’s eyes lit up the moment he saw the fruit. He loved bananas more than anything. When Grandma sliced a few pieces and placed them on a small plate just for him, he clapped his little hands with excitement.
“Mino eats first today,” Grandma chuckled.
But Mino didn’t want to eat alone. He tugged on Dara’s shirt, insisting she sit next to him. Dara laughed and sat cross-legged on the floor while Mino happily took tiny bites, his tail swishing from side to side.
After breakfast, it was playtime. Uncle Rith had built a small indoor playground for Mino—a wooden climbing frame with soft cushions underneath, a rope swing, and even a little hammock. Mino loved it more than anything in the world.
He climbed the frame first, gripping the wooden poles carefully, then swinging onto the rope with surprising confidence for a baby. Dara clapped as he swung gently back and forth.
“Look at you, Mino! So brave!”
Mino puffed out his chest in pride before trying to leap into the hammock. He missed the first time and rolled onto a pillow, looking embarrassed. Dara laughed softly and helped him climb inside properly. Once he was settled, Mino rocked himself back and forth, enjoying the gentle movement.
While he played, the family made sure he stayed safe. The home was filled with soft cushions, safe toys, and places where Mino could climb without getting hurt. Their goal was to make him feel loved, secure, and free to explore.
Later in the morning, Dara sat down with her schoolbooks while Mino sat beside her, watching curiously. He didn’t understand the homework, of course, but he loved being near her. When she wrote something, he tried to copy her by scribbling on a piece of scrap paper with a dull pencil. His little marks looked messy, but he was incredibly proud of them.
“You’re working hard too, huh?” Dara said, smiling at his “drawing.”
When she finished her homework, the two went outside for some fresh air. Grandma Lina had a beautiful garden filled with colorful flowers and leafy plants. Mino loved the garden. It felt like a tiny jungle—safe, warm, and full of interesting smells.
He toddled through the garden paths, sniffing flowers and touching leaves with gentle taps. Birds chirped overhead, and butterflies fluttered past, catching his wide-eyed attention.
Mino spotted a butterfly with bright wings. Curious, he followed it on unsteady feet, stumbling slightly but never giving up. Dara walked beside him, making sure he didn’t fall too hard. When the butterfly finally flew up into the trees, Mino let out a soft sound of wonder.
During lunchtime, Mino sat in his high chair. Grandma Lina prepared warm porridge with mashed fruit for him. He made a little mess—some of it on his face, some on the table—but the family just laughed. A baby monkey making a mess simply meant he was enjoying his meal.
After lunch, it was nap time.
Dara carried Mino gently to the living room, where his hammock swayed softly. She placed him inside and tucked the yellow blanket around him. Mino sucked on his tiny thumb and looked up at her with sleepy eyes.
“Goodnight, Mino,” she whispered.
His eyes slowly closed, and soon he was breathing peacefully, drifting into a safe, cozy sleep. Dara sat nearby reading a book while Grandma and Uncle finished their chores. The house grew quiet, filled with the calm warmth that only nap time brings.
When Mino woke up, he stretched again—just like in the morning—and yawned loudly. Dara hurried over, picking him up for a warm cuddle. Mino rested his head on her shoulder, still half-asleep.
In the afternoon, Uncle Rith decided to teach Mino a simple trick: how to place toys into a basket. He showed Mino once, placing a colorful block into a little woven basket. Mino watched closely, then grabbed a block and did the same. Everyone clapped proudly.
Mino looked startled at first, then delighted. He immediately placed another toy into the basket, then another. It became a little game. When he finished, he clapped for himself before jumping into Dara’s arms for more praise.
As evening approached, the house glowed with warm light. The family gathered on the floor for quiet time. Grandma sang a gentle lullaby while Mino lay peacefully in Dara’s lap. He played with her fingers, occasionally looking up with big, shining eyes filled with trust.
Being in a home full of love had changed him. He wasn’t scared anymore. He wasn’t lonely. Here, he had warmth, comfort, and people who cared for him every single day.
Before bedtime, Dara gave him a warm bath. Mino splashed around, giggling as the water rippled. His tiny hands made small waves, and he eagerly tried to catch the bubbles floating around him.
Dara dried him carefully, wrapping him in a fluffy towel. Mino leaned against her chest, tired but content.
When he was placed back into his basket for sleep, Mino curled up comfortably. His family gathered around him to say goodnight.
“Sweet dreams, little one,” Grandma whispered.
Mino blinked slowly, letting out a soft, peaceful sound before closing his eyes.
He felt safe. He felt loved.
And in his cozy home, surrounded by gentle hearts, the cute baby monkey slept soundly—knowing that tomorrow would bring even more warmth, play, and joyful moments with the family who cherished him so deeply.
