In the quiet corner of the warm shelter, little baby monkey A Tong cuddled close to his gentle friend Marry. The bond between them had grown stronger with each passing day. Though they couldn’t speak human language, their hearts knew how to talk.
Marry softly touched A Tong’s tiny fingers, and he responded with an excited squeak, his eyes shining with joy. He blinked slowly at her, and she blinked back—a secret monkey language only they could understand.
The two sat close, their heads gently leaning against each other. A Tong began to babble softly, making adorable sounds as if telling Marry about his dreams, about the milk he drank, or the big monkey he saw earlier who scared him a little. Marry listened patiently, nodding gently, brushing a speck of dust from his soft fur.
He touched her face with his tiny hand, and Marry playfully pretended to bite it, making him giggle loudly. His laughter echoed, pure and full of innocent trust. Marry joined in with gentle chuckles, their joyful moment glowing like sunshine on a rainy day.
Suddenly, A Tong became serious. He looked into Marry’s eyes and gently grabbed her hand, holding it tightly, as if to say, “Please stay. I feel safe with you.”
Marry, touched by the tiny gesture, cradled him in her arms and whispered softly, “I’ll always be here, sweetheart.”
As the sun slowly dipped behind the trees, casting a golden light across the room, the chit-chatting between Marry and A Tong continued—silent, sweet, and full of meaning. No words needed, just love.
Their hearts spoke louder than anything else, in a language only the truly bonded could understand.