The early morning air was cold and damp as two newborn baby monkeys lay on the hard floor, their tiny bodies trembling. Their soft fur was still damp, and their pink faces scrunched up as they let out weak, pitiful cries.
“Eeeh… eeeh…” their tiny voices called out, but no mother came to scoop them up into warmth. Their fragile hands clutched at the air, searching for the comfort they had just lost.
The floor was cold, making their tiny bodies shiver uncontrollably. One of the babies curled up, hugging itself for warmth, while the other desperately kicked its tiny legs, its mouth wide open as it sobbed louder. Their cries were heartbreaking—full of hunger, fear, and confusion.
Suddenly, gentle hands lifted them, wrapping them in a soft, warm cloth. The warmth made them twitch slightly, their tiny fingers gripping the fabric instinctively.
“Shh, little ones, you’re safe now,” a soothing voice whispered. A warm bottle was pressed against their lips, and as the warm milk flowed in, their cries slowly faded into soft whimpers.
Though they were still weak and shivering, they were no longer alone. Someone had found them,
