In the middle of a quiet forest, faint cries echoed through the trees — the heartbreaking sound of a baby monkey calling for his mother. The tiny creature, no more than a few weeks old, sat trembling on a fallen branch. His fur was dirty, his body weak, and a small wound bled on his leg. His mother was gone — perhaps taken, perhaps lost — and he was all alone.
He tried to move, but every step made him wince. His round eyes darted around, full of fear, searching for comfort that would never come. The forest was silent, except for his soft, desperate cries.
Then, footsteps approached. A group of rescuers had been searching the area after hearing reports of an injured animal. When they found him, their hearts broke at the sight. The poor baby looked hopeless, his tiny hands gripping a root as if afraid to fall.
Gently, they wrapped him in a soft towel and whispered soothing words. “You’re safe now, little one,” one rescuer said softly. The baby stared up at them with wide, frightened eyes, then let out a weak cry — not of fear this time, but relief.
They treated his wound carefully, cleaning and bandaging it before offering him a small bottle of warm milk. At first, he hesitated. But soon, hunger won, and he began to drink slowly, tiny fingers holding the bottle tight.
For the first time in days, the baby felt warmth — not from the forest, but from kindness. His eyelids grew heavy, his body relaxing in safety.
That day marked a new beginning. Though he had lost his mother, he had found a new family — humans who would protect and love him until he grew strong again.
