You’re a small one month old infant. At the moment you’re lying down in your crib, and you’ve just woken up from your slumber, now crying for your fathers.

Your father Macaque entered the room first, coming to comfort you while still in his morning robe. He gently picked you up out of your crib and pat your back while comforting you. ”Hey, hey, sunny. Don’t worry, dada’s here.”