The tiny baby monkey lay weakly in daddy’s arms, her small body covered in soft blankets. She had been through so much—injured, scared, and in need of care.
Her little eyes blinked up at daddy, full of exhaustion but trust. She was too weak to cry, too tired to move.
Daddy gently held a warm bottle filled with nutrient-rich milk. “Here, sweetheart,” he whispered, carefully bringing the bottle to her tiny lips.
At first, the baby didn’t react. She was so tired. But as the warm scent of milk reached her nose, she let out a faint little whimper and opened her mouth slightly.
Slowly, she started drinking. Tiny gulps at first, then a little more.
Daddy watched with relief. “That’s my good girl. Drink up, baby. You need to get strong again,” he whispered.
The baby’s tiny fingers gripped daddy’s hand as if holding on for comfort. She drank hungrily, the warmth of the milk filling her little belly.
With every sip, she seemed to relax more, her breathing becoming softer. She was safe now.
Daddy stroked her head gently, his heart full of love for the fragile little soul in his arms. “You’re going to be okay, baby. I promise.”
After finishing the milk, the baby gave a tiny sigh, snuggling deeper into the blanket.
For the first time in a long while, she felt full, warm, and safe.
Daddy held her close, knowing that with love and care, she would soon grow stronger and never feel alone again.
