The baby monkey lay motionless in a pile of dried leaves, barely breathing. His tiny chest rose and fell so slowly, it looked as though life might slip away any second. Cold, weak, and covered in dirt, he had been abandoned—left with no protection, no food, and no warmth.
It was a miracle someone found him.
A kind rescuer, walking through the forest, noticed a faint sound—just a weak whimper. Following it carefully, he spotted the little body curled tightly, almost blending with the ground. Without hesitation, he scooped the fragile baby up and wrapped him in a soft cloth.
The baby was rushed to safety, his body barely warm, his breathing shallow. Caregivers worked quickly, using warm towels, a heater, and drops of glucose to help him regain strength. The baby was so small and so weak, many feared he wouldn’t survive.
But he fought.
Hour by hour, the baby began to respond. His fingers twitched. His lips moved. He let out a tiny cry, faint but filled with life. Encouraged, the team offered him a drop of milk. At first, he was too weak to suck. But after some rest, he latched on—and didn’t let go.
That was the moment everyone knew: this baby wanted to live.
They named him Lucky.
Now, days later, Lucky is still tiny, but full of life. He squeaks for milk, curls into warm hands for comfort, and sleeps peacefully knowing he’s no longer alone. His eyes, once dull and half-closed, now sparkle with the will to survive.
