Koko, the playful baby monkey, was always full of energy—jumping, climbing, running without a care. But one afternoon, while leaping between two branches, a misstep changed everything. He landed wrong, and a sharp crack echoed through the air.
Koko had broken his leg.
He cried out in pain, clutching his tiny limb, eyes wide with fear. Caretakers rushed in and gently scooped him up. After a thorough check by the vet, it was clear—his leg needed to be bandaged and cared for carefully.
Now, resting on a soft blanket, Koko looked smaller than ever. He wasn’t his usual energetic self. His foot was wrapped, stiff and sore. The pain wasn’t just physical—it was emotional too. For a baby like Koko, sitting still was the hardest part.
His mom sat beside him the whole time, watching closely. And when the time came to apply medicine, she leaned in, gently grooming his fur, offering comfort in her own way.
The caretaker unwrapped the old bandage and softly touched Koko’s foot. He winced, trembling a little, but Mama was there—kissing his head, hugging him with her arms. Her presence gave him courage.
A cooling medicine was applied, easing the soreness. Koko whimpered at first, but soon relaxed under Mama’s touch. She even tried to help the caretaker hold his foot steady, as if saying, “We’ll get through this together.”
Later, with his leg freshly wrapped and pain fading, Koko rested his head on Mama’s lap. His eyes drooped slowly, the worst behind him. He was safe. He was healing.
And above all, he was loved.
