I’m a grown woman, a corporate executive—with a pink monkey in her office. He hangs there from one arm, attached to my cubicle wall with a Velcro hand. He stares at me with those goofy eyes. He warms me inside.
Toys at work? How unprofessional.
I smile. It’s not just a toy. It never really was a toy to me at all. There is a heart embroidered on his belly, and he’s pink. My favorite color.
My son won a prize at school. “Pick anything you want.”
He saw that pink monkey, with a heart on its chest.
His mother’s favorite color.
He gave it to me… for no reason.
“I love you Mommy.”
“I love you too, Baby.”
No, it’s not a toy.
The monkey stays.