Ruby, the premature baby monkey, lay curled up in a soft towel, her tiny body barely moving. She was so small, so delicate, her fur still thin and her skin slightly pink. Her weak cries were barely more than a whisper, but her new mom heard them loud and clear.
Gently, Mom took a warm cloth and started cleaning Ruby’s tiny face. The baby flinched at the touch, her eyes fluttering open for just a moment before closing again. She was too weak to resist, too fragile to protest. Mom wiped her tiny hands, arms, and belly with slow, gentle strokes, making sure Ruby felt warm and comfortable.
After cleaning her, it was time for milk. Mom carefully held a small bottle to Ruby’s mouth, tilting it just right. At first, Ruby didn’t react. Her body was exhausted, and even drinking seemed like too much effort. But then, the warm scent of milk reached her tiny nose, and instinct kicked in. Slowly, she latched onto the bottle, taking in weak, small sips.
Mom watched with hope, encouraging her, “That’s my strong girl.” Each sip was a victory. As Ruby drank, her little fingers curled slightly, gripping onto Mom’s hand as if she knew she was safe.
With her belly slowly filling, Ruby’s body relaxed. She wasn’t strong yet, but she was fighting. And with love and care, she would grow stronger every day.
