The two tiny baby monkeys huddled together, their fragile bodies trembling from hunger. Their bellies were empty, and their little ribs showed through their thin fur.
They had been waiting… hoping… but no food had come.
The older one, barely stronger, tried to comfort his little sibling, wrapping a weak arm around him. But the younger baby was too tired, his tiny eyes filled with sadness.
He whimpered softly, resting his head on his brother’s shoulder.
They had searched for food—digging through dry leaves, licking at old tree bark, even nibbling on their own tiny fingers—but nothing could stop the painful hunger in their stomachs.
The sun was setting, and they felt even weaker.
Then—footsteps.
A kind rescuer approached, eyes filled with concern. The moment the babies saw him, their tiny faces lit up. Could this be their chance?
The older one tried to stand, wobbling on shaky legs. The younger one simply stretched out his tiny arms, as if silently begging.
The rescuer quickly scooped them up, his hands warm and gentle. Then, the moment they had been waiting for—milk.
As soon as the first drop touched their lips, they latched on desperately, drinking as if their lives depended on it. Their tiny hands clutched at the bottle, afraid it would disappear.
Slowly, their strength returned. Their little bellies filled. And for the first time in a long while… they felt safe.
Curled up in the rescuer’s arms, the two brothers closed their eyes, no longer afraid.
