The afternoon was silent except for one heartbreaking sound — the weak, trembling cry of a newborn baby monkey lying in a soft towel. His little body shivered, his eyes half-open, tears mixing with the faint milk on his lips. Something wasn’t right. His tiny hands clenched tightly as if trying to hold onto invisible comfort.
He had been restless all morning, crying off and on, but now his body began to tremble harder. A small seizure rippled through his fragile form, his head jerking slightly as soft whimpers escaped from his mouth. It was a painful, pitiful sight — a newborn baby too small to understand what was happening to him, just crying and calling for the only one who could calm him: his mom.
The caretaker rushed to his side, heart racing. She wrapped the baby in a warm cloth, whispering, “It’s okay, sweetheart… Mommy’s here.” But it wasn’t his real mother’s voice — and he could tell. His little head turned side to side, searching desperately for that familiar warmth and smell that only a mother could give.
He cried again — long, heartbreaking sobs that filled the room. His arms stretched weakly, as if begging someone to lift him, to hold him close. His chest rose and fell fast, his breathing uneven, but deep inside, he still fought to stay strong. Every tiny sound he made was a plea for love.
The caretaker tried to comfort him, rubbing his back gently and placing a warm cloth over his trembling body. Slowly, his shaking began to ease. His cries grew softer, fading into faint whimpers. Still, his eyes kept searching — as though hoping his real mom might suddenly appear and pull him close.
Minutes passed before the baby finally grew still, his breathing returning to normal. Exhausted, he fell asleep in the caretaker’s arms, one hand clutching her finger tightly. The room was quiet again, but the emotion hung heavy — the sadness of a baby who just wanted his mother.
Even in his fragile state, his spirit was strong. With care and love, there was still hope that one day he’d grow healthy — and maybe, in his dreams tonight, he’d feel his mother’s warmth once more.
