Jolan, the baby monkey, cries loudly for his mommy, a tiny voice trembling with fear and hope. Each sound carries longing, calling across branches and shadows. His small hands clutch the air, searching for warmth and safety he knows by heart. The forest pauses, leaves whispering as if listening. Though fragile, Jolan’s spirit shines, believing comfort will answer. Tears do not stop him from calling again, brave and honest. In that moment, his cry becomes a promise of love, a signal of trust, and a reminder that even the smallest hearts know where home is when darkness feels frightening nearby.
