There lived a mother monkey named Kira and her baby, Milo. Kira was a young, energetic monkey, always swinging from tree to tree, playing with her friends, and rarely staying still. Milo, a small, curious baby monkey, adored his mother. He tried to follow her everywhere, chattering excitedly, but he was still too young to keep up.
Kira, however, was often impatient with him. When Milo would tug at her tail or cry out to her for attention, Kira would grow frustrated. She didn’t have time for him, so she would scold him and even swat him away. “Go away, Milo! I’m too busy,” she would say. “You’re too slow and annoying.”
One day, while Kira was playing with other monkeys, Milo wandered off to the edge of the jungle, where he found a beautiful, shiny fruit hanging from a tree. Excitedly, he reached out to grab it, but he lost his balance and fell. The soft ground cushioned his fall, but he was scared and alone. His small cries echoed through the trees, but no one was around to help.
Kira, hearing Milo’s cries, finally looked up from her games and realized what had happened. She rushed to him, her heart filled with sudden fear and regret. She found Milo shaking, but thankfully, not seriously hurt. “I’m so sorry, Milo,” she whispered. “I should have been there for you.”
From that day on, Kira learned the importance of caring for her baby, no matter how busy she was. She stayed close to Milo, teaching him how to swing from the trees and always making sure he felt loved and safe. And Milo, knowing his mother’s love, was never afraid again.
