SARA’s Early Days: A Journey of Nurturing, Feeding, and Tenderness
On August 12, 2020, I brought home a tiny, one-month-old baby monkey named Sara. Though she had a bit more strength than a newborn, she was still so fragile and delicate, with wide, curious eyes and soft fur. From the moment she wrapped her little hand around my finger, I knew she would need constant love and care to thrive.
Caring for Sara
Sara was already starting to develop her own little personality when I adopted her, but she still needed plenty of attention and care. I prepared a special space just for her—a soft, cozy area with pillows, blankets, and small toys that would make her feel safe. Her favorite was a plush monkey toy that she would cling to tightly, much like a security blanket.
At night, I would tuck her into her soft bedding, but she would often wake up, wanting to be near me. I quickly found that she loved to sleep right by my side, so I started keeping her close, cradled in my arms, where she would fall back asleep, her tiny hand resting on my chest.
Feeding Sara
Feeding Sara was both a challenge and a joy. Being about a month old, she was a little bigger and hungrier than a newborn, so I made sure to prepare a nutrient-rich formula that suited her growing needs. I held her gently, offering the bottle, and she would eagerly grab onto it with both hands. Her little lips would smack as she drank, and she’d pause every now and then to look up at me, her eyes shining with trust and affection.
After feeding, I’d rub her back to help her digest, and soon, she’d let out a tiny burp followed by a contented sigh. She would often nuzzle against me afterward, her little belly full and happy, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
Sara’s Cries
Even though she was growing, Sara still had her moments of crying. Sometimes it was because she was hungry, other times it was because she wanted to be held. Her cries were soft and slightly hoarse, but they quickly quieted the moment I picked her up and cuddled her close. Holding her would instantly soothe her, and I would walk around with her in my arms, humming quietly until her little body relaxed.
A Spoiled Little Sara
It wasn’t long before Sara became the most spoiled little monkey. She loved being carried around, and I couldn’t resist. Whether I was doing chores around the house or relaxing, she was always in my arms or riding on my shoulder, clinging to me with her little hands. I’d often give her little treats when she behaved, and she quickly learned how to use her big, pleading eyes to get her way.
Sara had a particular fondness for soft things—blankets, stuffed animals, anything plush. I made sure she always had her favorite blanket nearby, and she would wrap herself in it, cuddling into a small bundle of warmth and comfort. Sometimes, she’d give me that mischievous little look, knowing she was wrapped up like the little princess she was.
As the days passed, Sara grew more independent but remained incredibly attached. She’d venture off to explore her surroundings, but before long, she’d come running back to me, looking for the love and affection she had become so used to.
