It was a quiet morning when Dad noticed something was wrong. His little baby monkey, usually full of energy and mischief, lay curled up in the corner, eyes half-closed, barely moving. The sparkle in her eyes had faded, and her tiny body looked weak and tired.
Panic rose in his chest.
Without wasting a moment, Dad scooped her up gently and rushed to the nearest vet. The ride felt longer than ever. He kept whispering, “You’re gonna be okay, baby,” even as his hands trembled.
At the clinic, the doctor carefully examined the little monkey, checking her temperature, listening to her heartbeat, and giving her a shot of medicine. Dad stood silently nearby, eyes fixed on every move, his heart pounding. He hated seeing her like this—so small, so helpless, wires and tools around her instead of toys and bananas.
“Will she be okay?” he finally asked, voice cracking.
The doctor nodded gently. “She’s a bit dehydrated and has a mild infection, but she’ll recover. She just needs rest, fluids, and care.”
Relief washed over Dad like a wave, but the worry didn’t leave his eyes. He sat beside her, softly stroking her fur, whispering promises of playtime, treats, and cuddles once she felt better.
She gave the tiniest squeak, eyes blinking open, just enough to let him know she heard.
That was all he needed.
Because for a worried dad, nothing is scarier than seeing your baby in pain—and nothing is more powerful than that first sign of hope. 💞🐒
