The newborn baby monkey stood shakily on the soft mat, legs trembling like thin twigs in the wind. His tiny body was so fragile that even the gentle surface felt new and strange beneath his little feet. He had just arrived in this unfamiliar world, and all he understood was hunger — deep, painful hunger that made his tiny stomach twist. His eyes, still cloudy and uncertain, searched around desperately for what he knew he needed most: warm milk and the comfort of a mother’s touch.
He let out soft cries at first, weak and hopeful, as if calling for a mom who might suddenly appear. When no answer came, his whimpers grew louder, sharper, echoing sadness and confusion through the quiet room. His tiny hands reached forward, struggling to balance, slipping on the mat as tears glimmered like dew across his fur. Hunger hit him again like a wave, and he cried harder, voice trembling with despair.
A caregiver nearby heard his cries and rushed closer. To the newborn, every second felt like forever. But finally, gentle hands lifted him carefully, wrapping warmth around his tiny, shivering body. He leaned into the touch, trembling less now, still crying but softer, as if asking, “Milk? Please… I’m so hungry.”
The bottle was prepared quickly — warm, soothing, filled with the life he needed. When the nipple touched his lips, he latched on almost instantly. His tiny mouth sucked greedily, desperate but relieved. Each swallow eased the sadness in his tiny heart, calming the storm inside him. His body relaxed, cries fading into small satisfied breaths.
Soon, he fell asleep against the caretaker’s chest, belly warm and full, finally safe. His journey had begun with hunger and fear — but not alone anymore. Here, love would help him grow.
