It was a warm, sunny afternoon in the heart of the tropical forest, where the golden rays of the sun filtered through thick green canopies. Birds chirped melodiously, insects hummed in rhythm, and the forest floor was alive with rustling leaves. But something even more delightful was happening near a tall fig tree—something that would bring a smile to anyone lucky enough to witness it. It was a heartwarming game of peekaboo between a family of monkeys.
Behind the wide trunk of the tree, a little monkey named Lulu was hiding. Her tiny hands gripped the rough bark as she giggled, peeking just slightly from behind the tree. Her sparkling eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for her younger brother, Bobo, who had just darted behind a bush nearby. Bobo was only six months old and still learning how to climb and leap with confidence, but his curiosity made him a fast learner—and an enthusiastic peekaboo player.
“Peekaboo!” Lulu squealed, hopping out from behind the tree.
Bobo let out a surprised squeak, then quickly ducked his fluffy head. But his tail poked out, giving him away. Lulu ran over, tagged him gently, and raced back to the tree.
Their mother, Mami, watched them from a nearby branch, chewing on a ripe fruit. Her eyes were full of love and amusement. She remembered when she was a young monkey, playing the same games with her siblings. This simple joy, passed down from generation to generation, was one of the most cherished things in their family.
Bobo clumsily climbed up a root, determined to surprise Lulu next. He scampered behind the tree and popped his head out suddenly, his little ears flopping to the sides.
“Peekaboo!” he shouted, mimicking his sister.
Lulu burst into laughter. “You’re getting better at it!” she clapped her tiny hands.
As they played, their father, Papa Momo, swung down from a vine and landed beside Mami. He leaned in, offering her a half-eaten mango with a wink.
“They’re at it again, huh?” he said with a grin.
Mami nodded. “They’ve been playing peekaboo for the last twenty minutes. I don’t think they’ll stop until sundown.”
Papa Momo chuckled. “Let’s join them. It’s been a while since we played peekaboo.”
Mami raised her eyebrows. “You? Playing peekaboo?”
“Why not?” he said, puffing his chest dramatically. “I was the king of peekaboo in my youth!”
