The sun was slowly setting over the quiet farm as Monkey Kaka sat on the porch, waiting patiently. She had sensed it all day—Dad was about to leave again, and her little heart couldn’t bear it.
When Dad finally stepped outside with his travel bag, Kaka rushed over without hesitation. She leapt into his arms, wrapping her tiny arms tightly around his neck. Her eyes sparkled with emotion, and she clung to him with all her strength—as if she could stop time from moving forward.
Dad gently stroked her back, whispering softly, “I’ll be back soon, Kaka. Be a good girl.” But Kaka wouldn’t let go. She nuzzled into his shoulder, her body trembling as if she understood every word. It was a heartbreaking scene—one that showed just how deep the love between them truly is.
Those few moments of silence were louder than any words. The bond they shared had been built through days of play, nights of care, and countless little memories. For Kaka, Dad wasn’t just a caretaker—he was her world.
After a long pause, Dad knelt down and gave her one last, warm hug. Kaka looked into his eyes with trust, still holding onto his sleeve as he stood up to go.
Even as the car disappeared down the road, Kaka remained at the gate, watching… waiting… hoping. Her loyalty and love touched everyone’s heart that day.
Because sometimes, the purest kind of love is silent, small, and wrapped in a hug that says, “Don’t go.”
