Under the shade of tall grass near a village edge, a tiny baby monkey sat alone, barely moving. His small body was dusty, his breathing shallow — but it was his nose that drew attention first. Swollen, cracked, and discolored, it was clear the baby was in pain. The fungal infection had started to spread, and it looked raw and inflamed.
His wide, innocent eyes held silent pain. He didn’t cry. He didn’t scream. He simply looked — as if begging someone to notice, to help.
Locals had seen him wandering near the trash pile days earlier, likely separated from his mother. When no other monkeys came looking for him, it was clear he had been abandoned or orphaned. The infection on his nose had grown worse by the hour.
A gentle rescue came just in time.
Wrapped in a soft cloth, the baby trembled as he was lifted carefully and carried away from danger. He was quiet — too quiet for a baby his age. At the shelter, caregivers examined his nose. It was indeed a fungal infection, painful but treatable. He flinched at the first touch but didn’t resist. Perhaps he knew help had finally come.
The staff cleaned his tiny face, applied a gentle antifungal cream, and gave him warmth, hydration, and time to rest. He curled up, his breathing still shallow, but more peaceful than before.
He didn’t have a name yet. But he had safety.
Though his recovery would take time, the pain in his eyes began to fade little by little with every hour of care. That tiny look of hope returned — faint, but alive
