The tiny newborn baby monkey lay bundled in a soft blanket, his fragile body still adjusting to the world around him. Just moments before, his cries had filled the room—sharp, restless sounds that showed his discomfort and fear. But now, slowly, his breathing began to steady, and his big round eyes opened wide, gazing curiously at the faces watching over him.
Those innocent eyes seemed far too large for his little head, glowing with both wonder and vulnerability. They darted around the room at first, as if searching for something familiar, then softened when they met the gentle gaze of his caregiver. Though his chest still rose and fell quickly from crying, the storm inside him was fading.
A soft hand stroked his tiny head, and warm milk was offered, easing the tension in his fragile body. His little fingers uncurled, no longer clenching tightly in distress. With each gentle touch and soothing word, he was learning what safety felt like. His eyes began to blink more slowly, the edges of his lashes heavy with sleep.
Though still so young, the change was clear—he was starting to trust, starting to find comfort in the warmth that surrounded him. His round eyes, which once reflected fear, now carried a calm glow, as if whispering, “I feel safe here.”
Soon, he closed them, drifting into a quiet rest. For such a small life, even a moment of calm was a victory, a sign of hope that with love and care, he would continue to grow stronger every day
