It was a quiet morning when the tiny newborn monkey arrived in his new home, wrapped in a soft blanket and trembling from the long journey. His fur was still thin, his body weak, and his eyes blinked slowly as he looked around the strange new place. Mom watched him with a heart full of care — she knew this little one had already faced more hardship than any baby should.
She warmed some mashed banana in a small bowl, stirred it until it became smooth, and sat cross-legged on the floor. The little one, curious but shy, peeked from his blanket, sniffing the air. His nose twitched — the smell was sweet, soft, and unfamiliar.
“Come here, baby,” Mom whispered gently, dipping the spoon into the golden mash. The newborn didn’t move at first, still unsure. So she brought the spoon close to his mouth, and after a hesitant moment, his lips parted slightly. The first taste touched his tongue — and his eyes brightened immediately.
Everyone nearby smiled. His tiny hands tried to grab the spoon as if saying, more! Mom giggled softly, giving him another bite. Each spoonful seemed to fill not just his belly but his heart too. The fear slowly faded from his eyes, replaced by something new — comfort.
After a few bites, he began making small, happy chirps, the kind that only newborn monkeys make when they feel safe. Mom wiped his mouth gently, whispering, “Good boy… you’re home now.” The baby leaned forward and rested his head on her palm, his body warm and full.
For a long time, Mom sat still, just holding him. The house was silent except for the soft sound of his tiny breaths. She thought about how fragile he was — and how much love he would need. But she also knew that love was something she had plenty to give.
That first spoon-fed banana wasn’t just a meal; it was a promise — that this fragile little life would never be alone again, that every day forward would be filled with warmth, care, and the gentle rhythm of a family’s love.
