She was small — so very small.
A skinny baby monkey named Nini, with ribs showing just under her soft belly, sat quietly on the soft blanket. Her little hands rested gently on her chest, right over her tiny, fluttering heart.
Mom was near. She held a bottle of milk, warm and ready. But before feeding, she did what she always did — a quick little check. She gently placed her hand on Nini’s back, feeling for warmth. She softly pressed around her belly to make sure it wasn’t bloated. And today, she touched right over Nini’s heart.
That’s when Nini placed her hand there too, copying Mom’s motion. Her little fingers spread over her chest, as if protecting herself, or maybe just feeling her own heartbeat. Her big eyes stared up — not afraid, just quietly wondering.
“Is it okay now, Mama?” her gaze seemed to ask.
Mom leaned in, sniffed gently, and gave a soft approving grunt. She smiled in her way — with a tender grooming lick just above Nini’s brow. Then, finally… the bottle came.
Warm milk flowed into Nini’s mouth as her tiny hands clutched the bottle tight. Her eyelids fluttered with relief. That moment — when hunger fades, and love fills in — felt like the whole world to her.
She was still skinny. Still fragile.
But in that moment, held close and fed with care, she was stronger than ever.
And as Mom watched her baby drink peacefully, she knew: it’s not just milk that feeds a baby — it’s love, protection, and those soft moments when two hearts beat together. 🐵❤️
