In the quiet morning light, the baby monkeys stirred with hungry cries, each tiny voice calling for comfort. Their bellies rumbled, their little eyes wide with expectation. Daddy knew this was the most important time of day — feeding time. But with so many fragile babies to care for, it wasn’t easy. If he fed one by one, the others grew restless and cried harder. He needed to find a way for all of them to drink together, peacefully and safely.
Daddy carefully prepared a manual feeding tool — a larger bottle fitted with soft nipples so that more than one baby could drink at the same time. The moment he held it out, the little ones reached forward eagerly, their tiny hands trembling with excitement. One by one, they latched on, sucking hungrily, their cries melting into the soft sound of milk being swallowed.
The scene was so touching. Instead of pushing and crying, the babies sat side by side, their small faces calm and focused. Daddy gently supported each one, making sure the weakest didn’t fall behind. The smallest monkey, who always struggled for a turn, now had his chance to drink without fear.
As the warm milk filled their bellies, their bodies relaxed. Some closed their eyes in relief, others held Daddy’s fingers as they drank, as if to say, “Thank you.” Daddy’s heart softened even more, seeing them all satisfied together. It was not just feeding — it was love, care, and the bond of a family being built.
When the last drop was gone, the babies leaned against each other, yawning with contentment. Daddy smiled, knowing he had done his best. In that moment, he wasn’t just a caretaker — he was their protector, their provider, and the closest thing to a mother’s love they could feel.
