Deep in the heart of a warm, green jungle, where birds chirped and leaves rustled like music, lived a sweet baby monkey named Ricky. Ricky was small, with soft brown fur, bright curious eyes, and a playful spirit. But more than anything in the world, Ricky loved one thing most: Mama’s hugs.
Every day, Mama monkey would hold Ricky close in her arms, wrapping him in warmth and love. She would hum a soft song, gently pat his back, and stroke his tiny head. To Ricky, there was no better feeling in the world than being hugged by Mama. It made him feel safe, calm, and happy.
One sunny morning, Mama gently placed Ricky on a strong tree branch. She kissed his forehead and said, “Wait here, my love. I need to gather some food. I’ll be back very soon.”
Ricky nodded. He was used to short waits. He sat patiently, looking around the jungle, listening to the birds and watching butterflies dance. But this time, Mama didn’t come back quickly.
Minutes turned into hours.
Ricky’s heart began to ache. He missed her soft voice, her strong arms, her kind eyes. The other animals came by and said hello. A parrot squawked a silly joke. A squirrel offered him a nut. But Ricky didn’t feel like laughing or eating. He just wanted one thing.
“I miss Mama’s hug,” he whispered to himself, wrapping his arms around his own tiny body.
The wind blew gently through the trees, and the shadows grew longer as the sun moved across the sky. Ricky kept looking in every direction, hoping to see her face appear. His tail curled tightly around the branch, his little hands gripping the bark.
Where was she?
He remembered how she always said, “No matter how far I go, I will always come back to you.” Ricky tried to believe it. He tried to be strong. But he was just a baby, and his heart was full of longing.
Just as the sky began to turn orange with the evening light, Ricky heard the sound of rustling leaves.
His ears perked up.
“Ricky!” came a voice through the trees.
“Mama!” he cried, his eyes shining with tears.
She swung down from the branches, faster than ever, and scooped him up in her arms. Ricky held on tight, burying his face into her chest. She hugged him close, rocking him gently.
“Oh, my sweet boy,” Mama whispered. “I’m so sorry I took so long. The food was far, and I missed you every second.”
“I just wanted your hug,” Ricky said softly, finally smiling.
Mama kissed his head and held him even tighter.
That night, as stars twinkled in the sky and the jungle quieted down, Ricky curled up in Mama’s arms. He felt the warmth of her hug wrap around him like magic.
No matter how long he had waited, it was all okay now.
Because Mama’s hug was finally here .
