In the soft glow of morning light, tiny Santa, the orphan baby monkey, sat quietly on a warm blanket. Her small arms wrapped tightly around her milk bottle as if it were her most precious treasure. The world around her was waking up, but Santa’s heart was already aching with hunger.
She didn’t scream or throw a tantrum like many other babies her age. Instead, Santa let out the softest, saddest little cries. Her eyes glistened with gentle tears, her lips trembling as she tried to wait patiently for someone to come feed her.
Santa had been through more than most newborns ever should. Losing her mother at birth had left a void that no one could fully fill—but the comforting feel of the milk bottle brought her a little bit of peace.
As a caregiver approached, Santa’s crying grew a little louder—just enough to say, “Please, I need you now.” Her tiny hands didn’t let go of the bottle, even as warm milk began to fill it. She sniffled and let out a soft whimper, then eagerly started drinking, her belly slowly filling and her cries fading into quiet contentment.
After her meal, Santa cuddled the bottle like a friend, eyes fluttering closed as sleep returned to her little body. The caregiver smiled, gently stroking her soft fur and whispering, “You’re safe now, baby girl.”
In that peaceful moment, surrounded by care and warmth, Santa’s gentle cries turned to calm breaths. Her journey may have started with loss, but every bottle, every hug, and every gentle word was helping to heal her little heart.
