The tiny orphan baby monkey was shaking from head to toe, his wide eyes filled with confusion and fear. Just hours ago, he had been found alone near a tree stump, crying weakly with no mother in sight. His soft cries echoed through the forest until rescuers gently lifted him into their hands. Though safe now, he didn’t understand — everything around him felt strange and frightening.
When they brought him to the rescue shelter, he curled into a tight ball, refusing to look up. His tiny hands clutched his tail as he let out faint, broken sobs. The humans spoke softly, trying not to startle him. “It’s okay, little one,” one rescuer whispered, wrapping him in a warm towel. But the poor orphan only trembled harder, his heart racing fast, unsure whether these new beings were safe or dangerous.
His fur was damp with tears and dirt, and his breathing came in short, frightened gasps. When they placed a small milk bottle near his lips, he hesitated, eyes darting nervously. Hunger battled fear inside him until, finally, he took a small sip. The warm taste made him pause — it felt strange but comforting. Little by little, he began to drink more, his body relaxing ever so slightly with each swallow.
After feeding, he was placed gently in a soft basket lined with a baby blanket. The warmth began to calm his trembling body. He blinked slowly, his breathing easing as exhaustion took over. A rescuer stayed close, whispering softly and stroking his back until he drifted into sleep.
That night, the orphan’s dreams were fragile — memories of a mother’s touch mixed with the new, unfamiliar safety of human care. He was scared, lonely, and uncertain, but for the first time since losing his mother, he wasn’t alone anymore. He was finally safe — and loved.
