In a peaceful foster home filled with blankets, bottles, and soft lullabies, tiny baby monkey Ponpon let out a loud, urgent cry. His little face wrinkled, eyes wide with panic, and his arms stretched into the air as he looked around, searching—desperately—for one thing.
His mama.
Ponpon had just woken from a nap. His tummy was rumbling, and the only thing he wanted in the whole world was his mother’s warm arms and sweet milk. But Mama wasn’t there.
He didn’t understand she was gone.
Ponpon had been rescued only days earlier after being found alone beside a tree, likely separated during a storm. Now, in this safe and loving home, he was surrounded by kind humans who cared deeply—but to Ponpon, nothing could replace that one special bond.
He crawled across his blanket nest, crying louder with every breath. “Eee! Eee!” he squeaked, eyes darting toward the door, hoping Mama would walk in. His voice echoed through the room, filled with confusion and longing.
A gentle caregiver hurried over with a warm bottle. “Shhh, little one. Mama’s not here, but I’ve got you,” she whispered.
Ponpon whimpered, resisting at first—but when the bottle touched his lips, the familiar taste of milk made him pause. Slowly, he latched on, drinking hungrily as his cries softened into quiet gulps.
His tiny hands gripped the bottle tight, and with every sip, his body relaxed.
The caregiver held him close, rocking him gently. “You’re safe now, Ponpon. You’re loved.”
Though his mom wasn’t there, in that moment, Ponpon felt warmth… and the start of trust. His journey to healing had begun—with a full belly and a heart slowly mending. 🐒🍼💞
