In the heart of a lush green jungle, a tiny baby monkey named Momo clung to a low-hanging branch, his big eyes wide with worry. Just moments ago, he had been playing near a cluster of banana trees, distracted by the bright butterflies dancing in the sunlight. But now, he looked around and realized something terrible—his mother was nowhere in sight.
“Momma?” he called out, his voice trembling. Leaves rustled gently in the breeze, but no answer came.
Momo scrambled down the tree and began to run, his little feet pattering over the soft jungle floor. He darted between bushes, leapt over roots, and climbed trees, peeking from every treetop in search of the familiar brown fur and kind eyes of his mother.
“Momma!” he cried again, louder this time.
He asked the parrot perched in a tree, “Have you seen my momma?”
“No, little one,” the parrot squawked sadly, “but don’t give up!”
He asked the sleepy sloth hanging from a branch, “Have you seen my momma?”
The sloth blinked slowly and shook his head.
Still, Momo didn’t stop. His heart beat fast, not from running, but from fear. What if he never found her?
As the sun began to dip behind the trees, painting the sky in orange and pink, Momo sat under a tree, tears brimming in his eyes.
Just then, a familiar scent wafted through the air. He turned his head—and there she was! His mother monkey came rushing through the vines, her face full of worry and relief.
“Momo!” she cried, scooping him up into a warm hug.
He clung to her tightly, his tiny heart finally calm. He was safe now, back in his mother’s arms.
And the jungle, once again, felt like home.
