
The newborn baby monkey had just arrived in his new home, but instead of feeling safe, his little heart was overwhelmed with fear. Everything around him was unfamiliar—the smells, the sounds, the walls that felt different from the forest where he once clung to his mother. His big round eyes darted around, filled with uncertainty, and his tiny body trembled with every movement.
Most of all, he was hungry. His stomach, no bigger than a walnut, ached with emptiness. He cried out softly at first, then louder, each sound carrying both fear and a desperate plea for comfort. His fragile cries echoed through the room, as if asking, “Where is my mom? Where is my milk?”
Mom hurried over, her heart breaking at the sight of the helpless baby. She picked him up gently, wrapping him in a soft cloth to keep him warm. His tiny fingers clung to her hand with surprising strength, as though begging her not to let go.
When the bottle of warm milk touched his lips, the baby monkey latched on immediately. His cries stopped, replaced with quick gulps as he drank eagerly. The warmth spread through his body, calming his fear little by little. His eyes softened, and his trembling began to ease.
Mom held him close against her chest, whispering softly, assuring him he was safe now. Though he had entered this new home hungry and scared, love and care would slowly teach him that he was no longer alone.
That night, as he finally drifted into sleep in his new bed, the little monkey’s face relaxed. For the first time, he began to believe this place could become home.