sad monkey story

 

Once upon a time, deep in a lush green forest, lived a little monkey named Momo. Momo was unlike the other monkeys. While his friends played, swung from tree to tree, and chattered joyfully, Momo often sat quietly, staring at the sky. He had lost his mother when he was very young, and though the other monkeys tried to include him, he always felt a little alone.

Momo lived in a tall mango tree, but he rarely ate the fruit. He would pick the ripest mangoes and leave them at the foot of the tree, hoping maybe his mother would return for them. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, but she never came.

The forest changed with time. New families of animals moved in, and the older ones moved away. Momo watched everything silently. His best friend, Kiki the parrot, flew off one summer and never came back. That day, Momo climbed to the highest branch and cried. No one heard him.

One day, a group of children came to the forest with their guide. They saw Momo and laughed, throwing food toward him. Momo didn’t understand. He picked up a banana, looked at the children, and slowly walked away. Even their kindness felt strange—like it didn’t belong to him.

Momo grew older, his fur turning gray, his movements slower. Still, every evening he climbed the same branch and looked at the sky, where the stars began to blink. In his heart, he hoped his mother was up there, watching him.

One quiet night, Momo didn’t come down from the tree. The forest was still. In the silence, it felt as if even the stars paused, shining gently for the lonely little monkey who never stopped missing someone he loved.