The tiny newborn monkey lay curled up on a soft cloth, his fragile body shivering. His eyes were barely open, and his little hands twitched as he tried to move. Everything around him felt unfamiliar. The warmth of his mother was gone, and a deep sense of loneliness filled him.
Then suddenly—his tiny mouth opened wide.
“EEEEEK!!” A loud, piercing scream filled the air. His little chest rose and fell rapidly as he cried out again. His voice cracked, but he didn’t stop. He needed his mother!
But there was no response. No comforting arms, no familiar scent. Only silence.
The newborn monkey squirmed, his body weak but determined. His tiny fingers curled into fists as he let out another desperate cry. Why wasn’t she here? He was hungry, cold, and confused.
Then—a gentle touch. A warm hand lifted his fragile body carefully. The baby flailed his arms, still screaming in distress. He didn’t know this touch, but it wasn’t rough or cold. It was soft, warm, and careful.
The hand pulled him close, wrapping him in a soft blanket. A soothing voice whispered gently to him. The newborn whimpered, his cries slowly fading into tiny sobs. The warmth reminded him of something familiar—a mother’s love.
His tiny fingers grasped onto the hand that held him. His breathing steadied, and his exhausted body relaxed. He wasn’t alone anymore.
Though he had lost his mother, there was someone there. Someone who cared. And for now, that was enough
