Early in the morning, as the sun peeked over the trees, Mom walked toward the small pond near her home. The air was fresh, but something felt off. A strange, soft cry echoed through the area. It wasn’t a bird or an insect—it was something heartbreaking.
Curious and concerned, she stepped closer to the pond, scanning the water’s edge. Then, her heart nearly stopped. Lying near the muddy shore, weak and trembling, was a tiny newborn baby monkey. His frail body was soaking wet, his fur clinging to his delicate skin. His tiny fingers twitched as he let out another weak cry, his eyes barely open.
Mom gasped, rushing to him. “Oh, poor baby…” she whispered, carefully scooping the tiny creature into her warm hands. His body was cold, and he shivered helplessly. She checked him over—his umbilical cord was still attached, a sign that he had only been born hours ago. But where was his mother?
Looking around, there was no sign of any adult monkey nearby. Had his mother abandoned him? Had he fallen? No one knew. But one thing was certain—this baby needed urgent care.
Holding him close to her chest, Mom hurried back home. She wrapped him in a soft cloth, trying to warm his tiny body. She prepared a milk bottle, gently feeding the weak newborn as he suckled faintly. His tiny fingers clung to her, as if sensing he was finally safe.
Tears filled Mom’s eyes. This poor little soul had been left all alone, but now, he had a chance. She whispered softly, “You’re safe now, little one. I won’t leave you.”
His journey had just begun, and from this moment, he would know love.
