At first, home was just a feeling he tried to recreate.

A soft toy.

A quiet corner.

Something small to hold onto when everything felt too big.

But over time, that definition began to change.

Home became warmth beside him.

A presence that didn’t leave.

A quiet companion who stayed close.

Now, the toy is still there…

But it’s no longer all he has.

Because sometimes home isn’t something you hold.

It’s someone who stays.

And for a tiny monkey once so alone…

That changes everything.