It had been many days since Monkey Kaka last saw Dad. She had been staying with caretakers while Dad was away for work, and although everyone was kind, it just wasn’t the same.
Kaka missed her home. Her little hammock, her favorite pillow, and most of all—Dad’s warm arms.
One sunny afternoon, as she sat quietly nibbling on a slice of banana, she suddenly heard a familiar voice.
“Kaka!”
Her ears perked up. Her heart jumped.
“Dad?!”
She turned—and there he was. Standing at the gate, smiling wide, arms open.
Without hesitation, Kaka dropped her banana and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. She leapt into his arms, hugging him as tightly as she could.
“I missed you so much!” she squeaked, tears in her eyes.
Dad held her close, rocking her gently. “I missed you too, my little one. Are you ready to go home?”
Kaka nodded without a word, still clinging to him like a baby koala. She didn’t want to let go, even for a second.
Everyone around smiled at the reunion. It was a moment full of love—the kind that didn’t need many words.
Dad gently packed her bag, put her favorite toy in her arms, and carried her to the car.
As they drove away, Kaka looked out the window and whispered, “I’m going home.”
That night, back in her cozy room, Kaka curled up in her blanket with Dad sitting beside her.
She smiled sleepily and said, “Thank you for coming back.”
Dad kissed her forehead. “I always will.”
