In a quiet afternoon moment, Monkey Kaka sat under a tree, his eyes gazing into the distance as a soft breeze brushed through his fur. Though days had passed and routines had changed, there was one thing he could never forget — Dad’s gentle habit of picking lice from his hair.
It wasn’t just grooming. For Kaka, it was a gesture filled with love, warmth, and care. Every time Dad sat behind him, gently parting his fur, carefully searching and cleaning, Kaka felt safe — like the whole world paused just for them.
Even now, without Dad around as often, Kaka sometimes sits still and touches the top of his head, as if feeling those same familiar fingers, that soft scratching sound, and the warmth of Dad’s presence. It was their special bond — simple, quiet, but full of meaning.
Sometimes, when others in the family try to groom him, Kaka closes his eyes, but it’s different. Nothing can replace that fatherly touch, that quiet comfort passed between them without a single word.
The family noticed. “Kaka always sits like he’s waiting for Dad,” someone said. “He still remembers.”
And it’s true. Memories like those never fade. For Monkey Kaka, that simple act of love became something sacred — a reminder of connection, care, and a father’s tender affection.
One day, when Dad returns, Kaka knows exactly what he’ll do. He’ll turn his back, lower his head, and wait — not just for the grooming, but for the love it carries.
Because sometimes, the smallest gestures become the deepest memories.
