In the quiet corner of the sanctuary, a tiny baby monkey sat curled up on a patch of soft grass. His big, round eyes searched the surroundings, scanning every shadow and movement, hoping for a familiar face — but the one he longed for was nowhere to be found. His mother was gone, and the comforting warmth of her arms was now just a memory.
The other monkeys had their families, mothers grooming them, feeding them, and pulling them close. But for this little one, there was only the cool breeze and the sound of distant chatter. His small body shivered, not from the cold, but from the aching emptiness in his heart.
Every time a larger monkey passed by, he would instinctively reach out, a soft whimper escaping his lips, hoping someone would stop and take him in. Sometimes, a gentle hand would pat his head, but it was never the same as feeling his mother’s heartbeat against his cheek.
A caretaker noticed his lonely figure and slowly approached. At first, he pulled away, unsure of the strange, human hands. But hunger and exhaustion eventually overpowered his fear. When the caretaker scooped him up, the little monkey clung tightly, pressing his tiny face into the warm shirt.
It wasn’t his mother… but it was safety. It was comfort. And for now, that was enough to make him close his eyes and rest.
In his dreams, perhaps his mother still watches over him, guiding him toward a future where love and care will fill the space she once held. Until then, the little orphan would have to be brave, learning to survive in a world that had taken so much — but still had kind hearts willing to give.
