The room was quiet, too quiet, as the little baby monkey sat all alone in the corner. His tiny arms hugged his knees tightly, his big, round eyes scanning the space, searching desperately for comfort or a familiar face.
He let out a soft whimper, the kind that tugged at anyone’s heartstrings. It was as if he was saying, “Where is everyone? Why am I all alone?” His tiny tail curled around him, a small attempt to find comfort in his own company.
The toys scattered around the floor held no interest for him now. He tried to reach for a soft plushie, but his little hands trembled, and he let it drop. Without his family’s warmth and love surrounding him, nothing felt right.
A faint sound made his ears perk up. He stood on his wobbly legs, tilting his head to listen. Was it someone coming back for him? Hope flickered in his tearful eyes as he moved closer to the doorway, but it was just the wind rattling the leaves outside.
His tiny chest rose and fell quickly, his breathing shaky as he let out another soft cry. He missed the gentle touch of his mother, the playful antics of his siblings, and the comforting voice of his caregiver.
Before long, I couldn’t take it anymore. I swooped in, scooping him into my arms. His tiny body clung to me like glue, and the warmth of his little frame melted my heart.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” I whispered softly. “You’re not alone anymore.”
The baby monkey snuggled closer, letting out a content sigh. The loneliness in his eyes began to fade, replaced by trust and the first glimmer of joy.
