He was barely the size of a human hand, a newborn baby monkey, trembling and weak. When the rescuers first laid eyes on him, their hearts sank.
His tiny body was covered in scratches, scabs, and bruises—evidence of a harsh beginning, one no newborn should ever face. The market where he had been found had offered nothing but fear, filth, and rough handling. He had been treated like an object, not a life.
When he was adopted into the care of a kind human family, they immediately wrapped him in soft cloth, keeping him warm. But underneath that warm wrap was a painful truth—his body hurt.
As the caretaker gently removed the blanket to clean his wounds, he let out tiny, whimpering cries. His fingers twitched with discomfort, and his eyes blinked slowly, confused by the change but too exhausted to fight.
The warm water helped a little.
A cotton ball dabbed gently on each sore.
A little cream for the cracked skin.
A few tears fell—his and hers.
But there was also hope.
He looked up at her, his tiny face quivering. Her hand, though much larger than his whole body, moved with incredible care. She whispered, “You’re safe now, baby.”
After the cleaning, she fed him drop by drop.
His lips moved slowly.
His belly finally felt warm.
Then, against her chest, he curled up again—his breathing soft, but steady.
This poor newborn had endured too much pain for such a short life…
But now, he had a second chance.
Not just to heal, but to be loved.
