The newborn baby monkey screamed weakly while being fed, his tiny body trembling with sickness and fear. Milk time was supposed to bring comfort, warmth, and relief, but today it brought tears and panic. As the bottle touched his lips, he cried out sharply, a heartbreaking sound that echoed his pain.
His eyes squeezed shut, face scrunched tight, as if every swallow hurt. Instead of eagerly drinking, he turned his head side to side, calling out between cries, searching for a mother who was not there. His voice was thin but desperate, filled with confusion and distress. Each scream sounded like a plea: Why does it hurt? Please help me.
The caregiver held him gently, trying not to rush. The milk was warm, prepared carefully, but his tiny body was too weak. His stomach struggled, his throat tightened, and fear overwhelmed him. He cried louder when the bottle returned, legs kicking softly, hands shaking as they reached out for comfort rather than food.
Sickness had drained his strength. What should have been a simple feeding felt like a battle. His cries weren’t anger—they were pain mixed with fear. Being sick made the world feel unsafe, and milk, once soothing, became confusing and frightening.
The caregiver paused often, wiping milk from his chin, rubbing his chest softly, speaking in calm whispers. They let him rest, then tried again slowly, drop by drop. Each tiny swallow was a victory. Between cries, he clung weakly, breathing fast, body warm but fragile.
Gradually, the screaming softened into hoarse whimpers. His cries became quieter, exhausted rather than panicked. Though he still struggled, he did not give up. His small chest continued to rise and fall, fighting through discomfort.
This newborn had already endured more than most lives ever should. Sick, motherless, and scared, he was still trying to survive. Milk time was hard, but it was also hope. As long as he cried, as long as he swallowed even a little, he was still fighting.
And surrounded by gentle hands and patience, his cries were not ignored. They were answered with care, warmth, and love—giving him strength to face another moment, another breath, another chance to live.
