For days, Mei struggled to feed baby Pipi, a tiny orphaned monkey she had rescued. Weak and scared, Pipi refused to drink milk from a bottle, clenching its tiny lips shut. Mei had tried using a syringe, but it only made Pipi more frightened.
“I won’t force you, little one,” Mei whispered. “We’ll find another way.”
She sat with Pipi in her arms, holding the milk bottle close but never pushing it. Instead, she let Pipi sniff it, get used to it. Every day, she dipped her finger in the milk and let Pipi lick it off, showing there was nothing to fear.
Slowly, Pipi became curious. One evening, as Mei held the bottle near, Pipi hesitated… then reached out with its tiny hands.
Mei’s heart pounded. “That’s it, Pipi. You can do it.”
Pipi opened its mouth and latched onto the bottle’s nipple, suckling for the first time. Mei’s eyes welled up with happy tears. No syringe. No fear. Just trust.
From that moment on, feeding time became easier. Pipi eagerly reached for the bottle, drinking until its tiny belly was full.
Mei smiled, stroking Pipi’s soft fur. “See? I knew you could do it.”
That night, Pipi curled up in Mei’s hands, warm and content. A bond of love had been formed—not through force, but through patience and understanding.
And for the first time, baby Pipi slept peacefully, knowing it was safe.
