In the quiet hours of dawn, the cries of a newborn broke the stillness. Baby Santa, a fragile, orphaned monkey, lay curled in a bundle of cloth—his tiny body trembling with every breath. His mother had tragically passed away shortly after giving birth, leaving this helpless baby to face the world alone.
Santa’s eyes were barely open, his movements weak but desperate. He cried out not for food, not for warmth—but for a mother who could no longer come. The sound was piercing. His little hands reached into the air, searching for comfort, for familiarity, for the heartbeat he once knew inside his mother’s chest.
Found by rescuers just hours after his birth, Santa was in a heart-wrenching state—still sticky from birth, his body cold, and his spirit shaken. The caregivers moved swiftly, wrapping him in soft cloth, warming his tiny limbs, and whispering soothing words. But it was the absence of a mother’s touch that made Santa cry harder.
Even as he was fed with a tiny bottle, his eyes searched the room. The warmth helped, but his heart still ached. Every pause in the feeding led to another sharp, sorrowful cry—his tiny voice pleading into the air.
It was a heartbreaking sight.
Yet, in this sorrow, there was hope. The caregivers rocked him gently, placing him against their chest so he could feel a heartbeat again. Slowly, Santa calmed. His cries softened. His little hand gripped a finger tightly. Maybe, just maybe, he knew love was still near.
Though orphaned, Santa would not be unloved. His journey had begun in grief, but he was now surrounded by compassion. His life would be different—but never empty.
Because even without his mother, Santa would be cherished.
