The morning air was heavy with worry. Baby Molly, usually full of energy and playful mischief, was curled up in the corner of her enclosure, her tiny frame trembling slightly. Dad hovered nearby, his face filled with concern as he gently tried to coax her to eat a piece of banana. Molly’s little eyes fluttered open but quickly closed again, too weak to respond.
Dad’s brother, Leo, arrived moments later and immediately noticed Molly’s state. “What’s wrong with her?!” Leo demanded, his voice sharp. “Have you been neglecting her, Brother?”
Dad frowned, taken aback. “Neglect? Of course not! I’ve been caring for her every day, but she wasn’t like this last night.”
Leo crossed his arms, his gaze accusing. “You probably weren’t paying close enough attention. Molly’s just a baby—she needs constant care!”
Dad felt a pang of guilt, even though he knew he’d done everything he could. He checked her food, her water, and even her sleeping area. Still, Leo’s words stung. What if he had missed something?
The two brothers argued for a while, their raised voices echoing through the enclosure. But their bickering was interrupted by a soft whimper. Molly stirred slightly, her tiny hands reaching out. Both brothers immediately stopped and rushed to her side.
“She’s dehydrated,” Dad realized, noticing her dry lips. He quickly fetched some water and gently offered it to her. Molly sipped weakly, her tiny body relaxing as she finally got the care she needed.
Leo sighed, his earlier anger dissipating. “I’m sorry, Brother. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”
Dad nodded. “We’re all worried about her. Let’s just focus on helping her get better.”
From that moment on, they worked together to nurse little Molly back to health, united by their shared love for her.
