The early morning sun cast a gentle glow across the small nursery corner, where a tiny newborn baby monkey lay wrapped in a soft towel. Her little body was still fragile, her fur thin, and her big dark eyes blinked curiously at the new day. Today was special — it was her first taste of red dragon fruit.
Daddy sat beside her, gently cutting the bright red fruit into soft pieces. The sweet aroma filled the air, mixing with the morning breeze. The baby monkey’s tiny nose twitched — she could smell something new, something exciting.
“Good morning, little one,” Daddy whispered softly. “Let’s try this — it’s delicious.”
He scooped a small piece of the fruit and held it near her lips. The newborn leaned forward shyly, uncertain but curious. When the first drop touched her tongue, her eyes widened. The taste was both strange and sweet — juicy, soft, and cool.
A tiny hum of delight escaped her throat. She blinked, then tried to grab Daddy’s finger, wanting more. Red juice stained the corners of her mouth, dripping slowly onto her towel. Daddy chuckled softly, wiping her chin with a cloth as she squeaked with excitement.
For a few precious minutes, the world was quiet except for her gentle sounds of enjoyment. Every bite was a discovery — her small hands waving, her legs kicking lightly in happiness.
When she had eaten enough, she sat back tired but content, her belly full and her face smeared with red fruit juice. Her eyelids began to droop as she looked up at Daddy, who smiled proudly at her little adventure.
“Good job, baby,” he whispered, stroking her head gently. “You did it.”
She yawned, curling up against his palm, still licking her lips like she was tasting the fruit again in her dreams. Her tiny chest rose and fell softly — peaceful, safe, and loved.
Outside, the sun climbed higher, and the soft pink light shone on the bowl of dragon fruit, still glistening like rubies. It was a simple morning — but for this newborn, it was a bright and beautiful beginning to her journey of growing strong and healthy.
