Jasmine, a tiny baby monkey with bright curious eyes, was usually playful and full of energy. But today was different. A small injury on her head had left her frightened, confused, and sensitive to every touch. When mom gently tried to clean and apply medicine, Jasmine panicked. Her little hands grabbed at mom’s shirt, tears welling up, her voice trembling in distressed squeaks — she didn’t understand the pain, only the fear behind it.
Mom sat down slowly, holding Jasmine close against her chest to calm her racing heart. Instead of forcing anything, she whispered sweet words, stroking her back softly until the trembling eased. Jasmine peeked up, still scared, but she trusted mom more than anything. Mom blew lightly on her fur, kissed her forehead, and waited until the shaking stopped. Only then did she take the ointment again — this time moving slower, letting Jasmine smell it first so she wouldn’t feel threatened.
When the medicine finally touched her wound, Jasmine squeaked loudly, eyes wide, tail wrapping tight around mom’s arm. But instead of pulling away, mom hugged her with one hand and applied the medicine carefully with the other, never letting Jasmine feel alone. The moment was emotional — fear on one side, love on the other — but love was stronger.
After it was done, mom rewarded her with warm milk and tiny cuddles. Jasmine tucked her head under mom’s chin, calming down with soft sniffles, as if saying “Thank you for not giving up on me.” Slowly her eyelids drooped, her breathing softened, and she fell asleep safely in mom’s arms — the wound treated, the fear fading.
Tomorrow she would play again. But today, she learned something more precious:
Pain is temporary, but a mother’s love stays.
