The afternoon sun was slowly slipping behind the trees, casting long, gentle shadows across the little monkey family’s play area. Baby TanTan had been running around outside, tumbling over leaves and tiny twigs, squealing with excitement. His little legs were tired, and a faint frown had appeared on his tiny face. Marry noticed immediately. With a soft, understanding smile, she crouched down and opened her arms. TanTan, recognizing the warmth and comfort of her embrace, ran straight into her hug, wrapping his tiny arms around her neck.
Marry lifted him gently, holding him close to her chest. TanTan rested his head on her shoulder, feeling safe and loved. His little heart, which had been racing with energy and curiosity, began to slow as Marry carried him toward the house. TanTan’s tiny hands clung to her, and his tail curled around her arm in a sign of trust. He let out soft, contented monkey squeaks, feeling the familiar scent of Marry’s hair and the soothing rhythm of her steps.
Inside the house, the air was cooler and calm. Marry carefully set TanTan down on the soft carpet, where he could explore a little while still being safe. TanTan’s eyes sparkled as he looked around. The house was filled with familiar things—little cushions, colorful toys, and the soft sounds of home that always made him feel secure. Even though he had been energetic outside, now he felt a different kind of excitement, the kind that came from being in a safe space with someone who loved him.
TanTan’s tiny hands reached out to touch the walls, the furniture, and the soft toys scattered around. Marry knelt beside him, her arms ready to catch him if he stumbled, her eyes always watching, always caring. TanTan let out little giggles, proud of his explorations, but every now and then he would look up at Marry, as if saying, “I’m safe because you’re here.” Marry responded with soft laughter and gentle pats on his back, making him feel even more secure.
For Baby TanTan, being hugged by Marry and carried into the house was more than just a moment—it was a reminder of love, trust, and care. His little heart felt full, and though he had been full of energy and mischief outside, he now felt content and peaceful. In Marry’s arms, the house felt like a warm, magical place where he could always return. And as TanTan explored, laughed, and rested, the bond between mother and baby grew stronger, filled with trust, joy, and the quiet happiness of being together.