In the corner of an old, muddy yard, under the cloudy gray sky, lay a tiny, trembling baby monkey. His fur was soaked in dirt, his little hands scraped, and his face streaked with dried tears and dust.
No one knew where he had come from.
No one knew how long he had been there.
But anyone who saw him would know one thing immediately—
He was heartbroken.
Curled on the cold ground, his body barely bigger than a human hand, he let out a deep, shaking sob.
“Eeeeh… Eeeeh…”
His cries weren’t loud anymore. He was too tired. Too weak. His stomach growled with hunger, and his eyes blinked slowly through the grime. He had given up on being strong.
A single ant crawled across his leg, but he didn’t move.
The wind brushed dry leaves past him, but he didn’t flinch.
All he wanted… was someone to hold him.
Suddenly, soft footsteps approached. A human voice whispered, “Oh my goodness… look at you, baby.”
Warm hands gently scooped him up, lifting him from the cold, hard earth. He whimpered weakly, then slowly rested his head against the woman’s chest, feeling warmth for the first time in what felt like forever.
She didn’t care that he was dirty. She didn’t mind the smell.
She wrapped him in a towel and whispered, “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
And for the first time in his tiny life, the baby monkey closed his eyes…
Not from fear,
But from peace.
