The afternoon sun hung low over the quiet forest trail as Lina, a young woman out for a walk, paused to listen. The air was filled with birdsong — but beneath it, she heard something else. A faint, trembling cry.
It came again — “eee… eee…” — soft and desperate. Lina’s heart skipped a beat. She followed the sound through the brush until she reached a small clearing by a stream. There, on a flat rock, lay a newborn baby monkey — tiny, fragile, and trembling. Its umbilical cord still clung to its belly. It must have fallen from a nearby tree.
Her breath caught in her throat. The little one’s chest rose and fell weakly, its eyes barely open. Without thinking, Lina knelt beside it, her hands shaking. “Oh, sweetheart…” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She gently scooped the baby into her palms, feeling its faint warmth.
The tiny monkey whimpered again, trying to cling to her fingers. Lina looked up at the towering trees — no mother in sight. The forest was silent except for the soft sound of the stream and that tiny, heartbreaking cry.
Carefully, she wrapped the newborn in her scarf, shielding it from the wind. “Don’t worry, little one,” she murmured. “You’re safe now.”
As she carried the fragile creature home, tears welled in her eyes. She didn’t know how to care for a baby monkey — but she knew she couldn’t leave it alone to die.
That night, under the gentle glow of a lamp, she fed it warm milk drop by drop. The baby finally stopped crying, nestling against her palm as if it already knew it was loved.
From that moment, Lina’s life — and the tiny monkey’s — changed forever.
