In the heart of the jungle, where sunlight danced through the thick canopy, Monkey Kaka had always been cautious around strangers. She was playful and curious, but when it came to meeting new monkeys, she often kept her distance—especially when they were her father’s friends.
One of them, a large and wise old monkey named Banu, had been visiting more frequently. He was strong, with a thick coat of fur and a calm presence. Kaka had always watched him from afar, unsure if she should trust him. He wasn’t scary, but he wasn’t family either.
One day, as Kaka was nibbling on a sweet fruit, Banu sat nearby, carefully peeling his own. He didn’t try to talk to her or force a friendship—he simply sat in silence, enjoying his meal. Curious, Kaka scooted a little closer, watching him with wide eyes.
Banu noticed and smiled. “You like sweet fruits, don’t you?” he said gently.
Kaka hesitated, then gave a small nod. Instead of pressing her, Banu reached into his pile and picked out the ripest, juiciest fruit. He placed it on the branch between them, not saying a word. Kaka stared at it, then at Banu. Slowly, she reached for it and took a bite. It was delicious.
From that day on, Kaka found herself getting closer to Banu. She started sitting near him more often, listening to his stories about the jungle, about her father’s adventures when he was young, and about the lessons he had learned along the way.
Kaka realized Banu wasn’t just her father’s friend—he could be her friend too. He was kind, patient, and never pushed her beyond her comfort zone. With time, she began greeting him with excitement, playfully tugging at his fur and even sharing her food with him.
Her father watched with pride. Kaka was growing, learning to trust, and opening her heart to those who truly cared. And in Banu, she had found not just a friend, but a wise companion who would always look out for her.
