The baby monkey sat quietly, his small body leaning into warmth while his sore face told a painful story. A red wound rested near his cheek, tender and swollen, making every movement uncomfortable. His eyes looked tired, not just from pain, but from days of struggle without proper care. Each time he tried to touch his face, he flinched, unsure why it hurt so much.
Taking good care of him became the most important task.
Careful hands approached slowly, never rushing. Warm water was prepared, and the wound was gently cleaned. The baby whimpered softly, fear mixing with pain, but he did not pull away. Something inside him knew these hands meant help. Each gentle wipe removed dirt and infection, even though it stung for a moment.
Medicine was applied carefully, cool against his skin. The baby blinked, then relaxed slightly as the burning faded. Soft words followed every touch, calming his racing heart. He was wrapped in a clean cloth and held close, feeling safety instead of fear. For the first time in days, he stopped trembling.
Feeding came next. Warm milk gave him strength, helping his weak body fight the pain. With every sip, his eyes softened. His sore face still hurt, but his heart felt lighter. He was no longer alone.
Hours passed peacefully. The baby slept deeply, breathing slow and steady. When he woke, the wound looked cleaner, calmer. Healing had begun. It would take time, patience, and constant care, but the worst was over.
This baby monkey did not need perfection. He needed consistency. He needed gentle hands that returned again and again. His sore face was a reminder of how fragile young lives are, and how easily pain can grow when care is missing.
But now, love had taken over. Through careful cleaning, soft feeding, and endless patience, the baby monkey began to heal—not just his face, but his trust in the world. In that quiet care lived hope, growing stronger each day.
