Baby monkey Tikki sat quietly, clinging to daddy’s finger while her tiny body trembled just a little. A small red spot on her skin needed care, and even though it was not big, it mattered so much to her fragile body. Tikki didn’t understand what was happening. She only knew something felt strange, and that made her nervous.
Daddy moved slowly, carefully preparing the betadine. His face was calm, but his heart was full of worry. He knew even the smallest wound could be dangerous for a baby so young. When the cotton touched Tikki’s skin, she flinched and let out a soft cry, more scared than hurt. Her big eyes looked up at daddy, searching for reassurance.
Daddy spoke gently, his voice low and soothing. He held her firmly but with so much love, making sure she felt safe. Tikki whimpered again, tiny fingers tightening around him, but she didn’t pull away. Somewhere deep inside, she trusted him.
As the betadine was applied, the sting lasted only a moment. Daddy worked carefully, making sure every part was clean. He blew softly on the spot, hoping it would ease her discomfort. Slowly, Tikki’s cries faded into small sniffles. Her body relaxed, and her breathing softened.
When it was done, daddy kissed her head and held her close. Tikki rested against his chest, exhausted from fear and emotion. The pain was gone, replaced by warmth and comfort. She felt protected, even if she couldn’t explain it.
That small moment meant everything. It wasn’t just about cleaning a wound. It was about care, patience, and love. Daddy showed Tikki that even when something hurts, she would never face it alone.
Soon, Tikki’s eyes closed as she drifted into sleep, safe in daddy’s arms. The tiny spot would heal, but the feeling of being loved would stay much longer. For a baby monkey like Tikki, healing doesn’t come only from medicine. It comes from gentle hands, calm voices, and a heart that stays close, no matter how small the pain.
