In a quiet national park near the temple, a baby monkey sat very still beside her mother. She didn’t feel like playing. Her eyes were tired, and her body felt warm. Small red spots had started to appear on her arms and back.
Mama Monkey gently touched her forehead. “You don’t look well, little one,” she said softly.
The baby monkey leaned into her mother’s side. She didn’t want to move. She didn’t want fruit. She just wanted to rest.
Other monkeys played in the trees, but Mama Monkey kept her baby close. “You need to stay quiet now. We will wait and watch the spots.”
The next morning, more red spots had come. The baby monkey felt itchy and tired. Mama Monkey found cool leaves and soft herbs near the temple wall. She chewed them gently and pressed them onto the baby’s skin.
“It will get better,” she whispered.
All day, the baby monkey stayed in the shade. She watched birds fly by and listened to the temple bell ringing in the distance. She didn’t cry. She just stayed close to her mother.
After two days, the red spots started to fade. The baby monkey opened her eyes wider. She reached for a small fruit. Her strength was coming back.
Mama Monkey smiled. “You were very calm and very strong.”
The baby monkey gave a soft squeak and leaned against her mother again.
Soon, she would play again. But for now, she was safe, healing, and wrapped in the quiet love of her mother.
