Little baby monkey Pipi was crawling slowly across the soft rug, her tiny hands trembling with each movement. Her cries echoed through the room—sharp, urgent, and heartbreaking. She was hungry. So very hungry.
Pipi had just woken up from a short nap, and her tummy was rumbling. Her baby eyes darted around, searching desperately for her mother or anyone who would bring her comfort and milk. But there was no bottle yet in sight, and her patience was quickly running out.
She cried louder, her little face scrunched with frustration and need. Her small body wobbled as she dragged herself across the rug, hoping someone would notice. Her legs kicked with determination, even though she was clearly tired and weak.
One of the caregivers heard her piercing cries and rushed over. “Oh Pipi, you’re so hungry, aren’t you?” she whispered gently as she picked the baby up. The moment Pipi was in warm arms, her cries softened—but her mouth continued to search, making small sucking motions in the air.
Then came the bottle. As the warm milk touched her lips, Pipi’s entire body relaxed. Her eyes fluttered with relief, and she held the bottle tightly with both hands. The once frantic cries were now replaced with quiet sipping sounds and a peaceful gaze.
Her belly filled, and she finally felt safe. A few minutes later, her tiny arms wrapped around the caregiver’s neck, holding on tightly, as if to say thank you in the only way she could.
In this moment, the sadness faded. Pipi was loved, and her needs were met. Though small and helpless, she was never alone.
