Tiny Miko, barely a few days old, lay on the cool garden ground, his small chest rising and falling with weak breaths. His fur still had that newborn softness, and his fingers trembled as he tried to pull himself forward. Every sound scared him — a falling leaf, the buzz of insects, the whisper of wind. But the loudest sound was his own cry, breaking through the quiet morning like a call for help. He didn’t understand why his mother wasn’t there. He only knew warmth was missing, and his heart ached with confusion.
The garden that once felt safe now looked too big. Tall grass towered over him like walls, and every shadow seemed like danger. Miko searched for the scent of his mother, hoping she would appear from behind a tree. His voice cracked as he cried again, louder this time, pouring out fear and loneliness.
High above, Old Sela, a gentle female monkey, heard the desperate cry. She looked down, spotting Miko trembling alone. Her heart tugged with empathy. Carefully, she climbed down the tree, slow and calm, showing she meant no harm. Miko’s eyes lifted, watery and full of hope. When she reached him, she touched his tiny back softly. It felt like love — warm, safe, familiar.
Without hesitation, Miko clung to her chest, crying softer now, as if relief washed through him. Sela wrapped her arms around him, carrying him back to her nest. There she groomed his fur, warmed his body, and rocked him like her own. Miko finally closed his eyes, breathing easier, knowing he was no longer alone.
That day became the beginning of a new chapter — one where love, not fear, guided him. The world still felt big, but now, he had someone to face it with.
