The newborn baby monkey sat on a soft blanket, her body trembling as her tiny voice filled the room. She was shouting with all the strength she had, her little eyes wide and searching. Every cry carried a message—she missed her mother.
Born in the wild, the baby had known her mother’s warmth, heartbeat, and protection from the very start. But fate separated them too soon. Now, inside her new home, the baby monkey lifted her head toward the door and ceiling, her voice echoing like a plea. It wasn’t an ordinary cry; it was a heartbreaking call, the kind only a baby makes when longing for her mom.
Her cries grew sharper, her chest rising and falling quickly. She looked left and right, eyes wet with tears, as if expecting her mom to walk through the door at any moment. The caretaker tried to comfort her, offering a gentle touch and a warm bottle of milk, but the baby pushed it away at first. Her heart didn’t want food; it wanted her mother’s embrace.
After many minutes, exhaustion softened her cries into faint whimpers. She buried her tiny face in the blanket, tail twitching, still moaning as if whispering, “Mom, where are you?” The caretaker lifted her gently, holding her close, whispering soothing words. Slowly, her body relaxed against the human’s chest, though her little eyes kept glancing around, still hoping to see her real mom.
Though she no longer had her mother from the wild, she was not alone. Love and care surrounded her now, and though her cries showed her longing, they also reminded everyone just how precious and fragile her life was.
