It was a quiet morning at home, but something wasn’t right. Cubis the little monkey sat on the windowsill, eyes scanning the road, tail twitching anxiously. Dad had left early that day—no kisses, no goodbye hugs, not even a wave. Just a packed bag and the sound of the door closing.
At first, Cubis thought Dad would come right back. But hours passed, and the house felt different—too quiet, too cold. Mom tried to comfort him, offering bananas and toys, but Cubis wasn’t in the mood. His eyes welled up with tears, and his tiny chest heaved as he whispered, “Where’s Dad?”
Finally, with little warning, Cubis burst into tears and ran out the door.
“Cubis!” Mom called, shocked, chasing after him. But Cubis was fast, fueled by emotion and desperation. He darted through the garden, climbed the fence, and scurried down the sidewalk—sniffling, calling, “Dad! Dad!”
Neighbors looked on with concern as the little monkey zigzagged through the neighborhood. He peeked in shops, peeked into parked cars, and even tapped on a bus window. “Have you seen my dad?” his eyes seemed to ask everyone he passed.
Finally, just as the rain began to fall, Cubis heard a familiar voice. “Cubis?” It was Dad—just stepping out of the nearby store with a bag of supplies.
Cubis stopped in his tracks, eyes wide. And then, without a second thought, he ran full-speed into Dad’s arms, crying even harder—but this time with relief.
“Oh, buddy,” Dad whispered, hugging him tight. “I just stepped out to grab some things. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Cubis clung to him like a baby again, refusing to let go. Dad carried him all the way home, soaked from the rain but warm in each other’s arms.
That night, Cubis didn’t leave Dad’s side for even a second. He learned Dad might step out sometimes—but he always comes back. 🐒💔➡️❤️
