In the soft glow of the early morning light, the peaceful village was just beginning to stir. Dew glistened on leaves, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers. Amid the quiet scene, a determined mother walked swiftly, carrying her little baby monkey, Rojo, securely in her arms.
Rojo, usually lively and playful, was unusually quiet today. His tiny body felt warm to the touch, and his face was marked by discomfort. The mother’s heart ached to see her little one in pain, but she knew exactly what to do. They were on their way to the hospital to get the medicine he needed.
The path to the hospital was long, but she walked briskly, undeterred by the distance. Rojo clung to his mother’s chest, occasionally letting out soft whimpers as if seeking reassurance. “Don’t worry, sweet boy. Mommy’s got you,” she whispered gently, her voice steady despite the concern in her heart.
Upon reaching the small clinic, the doctor greeted them kindly, understanding the urgency of the situation. Rojo squirmed nervously as he was examined, but his mom stayed close, comforting him with soft pats and soothing whispers.
“He’ll be okay,” the doctor assured her after administering the necessary medicine. “Just a little fever. He needs rest and love.”
Relieved, the mother smiled warmly and thanked the doctor. On their way back home, Rojo seemed a little brighter, even managing a faint smile. His tiny hand reached up to touch his mother’s face, a silent expression of trust and love.
As they walked back into the warmth of their cozy home, the mother sighed with relief. She knew that with care, patience, and plenty of love, her little Rojo would soon be back to his joyful self, playing and laughing as always.
