When I visited the farm that morning, I never expected my heart to be touched so deeply. Among the noise and movement of animals, I saw a tiny baby monkey sitting all alone—her name was Lucie. She looked so small, fragile, and lost. Her little eyes were filled with sadness, and she cried softly, as if calling for someone who never came.
I watched her for a moment, and the sight broke my heart. Lucie was barely old enough to be away from her mother, yet here she was, sitting in the dirt, waiting for comfort that wasn’t there. Every tiny sound she made pulled me closer. I could feel her pain as if she were speaking directly to me: “Please don’t leave me alone.”
I asked the farm owner about her, and he explained that her mother was gone and Lucie had no one to properly care for her. My heart ached instantly. Without hesitation, I asked if I could take her home, where she would finally know what love and safety felt like. The owner agreed, and at that moment, Lucie’s future changed.
When I reached out my hands, she looked up at me, still uncertain, but then slowly leaned into my touch. It was as if she understood that she was no longer alone. I wrapped her gently in a towel, holding her close to my chest. Her little cries began to fade, replaced by soft breaths as she finally felt warmth and comfort.
Taking Lucie home was not just an act of kindness—it was a promise. A promise that she would no longer cry in fear, that she would be loved, cared for, and cherished every single day. From that moment on, Baby Lucie became family.
