The tiny newborn monkey lay on the cold ground, his body trembling.
His eyes were barely open, his fur still soft and delicate.
But his mother was nowhere to be found.
His tiny chest rose and fell quickly as he let out a weak whimper.
“Mmm… Maa…”
But no warm arms came to pick him up.
No comforting scent… no mother.
The jungle was too big, too scary.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.
The leaves rustled loudly.
The little baby shivered, curling into a tiny ball.
And then—he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“WAAAAAAAAAH!!!”
A heartbreaking cry echoed through the trees.
His tiny hands clawed at the air.
His voice grew weaker as he sobbed.
Would anyone come for him?
Then—soft footsteps approached.
A kind human knelt down.
“Oh, sweetheart… you’re all alone?”
The baby monkey looked up with teary eyes.
The human gently scooped him up.
Warmth. Safety. Love.
The baby clung tightly, pressing his tiny face into the human’s chest.
His cries slowly faded.
For the first time—he felt safe again.
And in that moment, he knew…
