Under the dim light of dawn, rescuers found a tiny baby monkey sitting beside her lifeless mother. She was trembling, too weak to cry, clutching the edge of her mother’s fur as if refusing to let go. The forest was silent except for the faint sound of her breathing — soft, fragile, and full of heartbreak.
When the rescuers gently picked her up, she didn’t resist. Her little hands still clung to the air, searching for her mother’s touch. It was as if her small heart couldn’t understand why the warmth she needed most had disappeared. They named her Mina, meaning “gentle hope.”
At the rescue center, Mina’s journey to healing began. She was wrapped in a soft towel, given warm milk, and held close so she could feel the comfort of a heartbeat again. The caretakers whispered softly, “You’re safe now, little one.” Slowly, she began to respond — tiny sips of milk, a faint squeak, a hesitant look of trust.
Days passed, and Mina started to grow stronger. Though she often looked around searching for her mother, she began to find safety in her new family — the people who cared for her, fed her, and stayed with her through every tear.
She loved curling up on her caretaker’s chest after feeding, closing her eyes and listening to the steady rhythm of love — not the one she lost, but one she found anew.
Her mother was gone, but her spirit lived on in Mina’s will to survive.
Each sunrise brought new strength, and every gentle touch reminded her that love doesn’t end — it changes shape, guiding her toward a brighter tomorrow.
