In the quiet corner of the room, little baby monkey Jasmine was having a tough morning. Just a few days old, she had been separated from her mother too soon and was still adjusting to the new world around her. Everything was big, unfamiliar, and a little scary.
That day, Jasmine had been resting on a soft towel near the wooden chair where she usually played. But when she woke up and couldn’t see anyone close by—no mom, no caregiver—panic took over. She crawled forward and wrapped her tiny arms tightly around the leg of the chair. Her cries were sharp and loud, echoing through the room.
It was heartbreaking.
She buried her little face against the wood, clinging as if the chair itself could protect her. Her tail curled under her as her body trembled, overwhelmed with fear and loneliness. All she wanted was to feel safe, to be held, to be cuddled just like her mommy used to do.
Moments later, a gentle hand reached out to stroke her back. A familiar scent—her new caregiver. Jasmine looked up with watery eyes, still clinging tightly to the chair leg.
The caregiver softly spoke to her, whispering comfort and wrapping her gently in a warm cloth. Jasmine’s cries slowly faded into tiny whimpers as she snuggled close. Her breathing calmed, and her grip loosened from the chair.
She wasn’t alone anymore.
That afternoon, Jasmine curled up in a soft blanket, bottle-fed, and drifted off to sleep in loving arms. The fear from earlier had passed, but the memory of her tiny cry and desperate hug was a powerful reminder—baby monkeys, just like human babies, need love, warmth, and someone to hold onto.
