Newborn Monkey Cries for His Mom

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The night was quiet, except for the soft, heartbreaking cries of a newborn baby monkey lying on a piece of warm cloth. His tiny body trembled with fear. He was so small — his fur barely grown, his eyes wide open, glistening under the dim light. He didn’t understand where he was or why his mommy wasn’t beside him.

He lifted his fragile head, letting out a weak cry — a high-pitched sound that broke the silence. It was his way of calling for her, hoping she would come running to wrap him in safety and love. But the only response was the echo of his own voice.

His little stomach grumbled. Hunger twisted inside him, and his mouth searched instinctively for milk that wasn’t there. He let out another cry, louder this time — a sound filled with desperation. His tiny hands reached upward as if trying to grasp his mother’s familiar touch. The soft cloth beneath him couldn’t replace the warmth of her fur.

Daddy, who had rescued him, hurried closer, his heart aching at the sight. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispered, picking the newborn up gently. The little one clung weakly to his finger, his cries softening but not stopping. His whole body shook, a mixture of hunger, fear, and longing.

Daddy quickly prepared a small bottle of warm milk and brought it close. The newborn sniffed, his mouth opening immediately. The moment the milk touched his tongue, his cries faded into quiet whimpers. He drank hungrily, his small hands pressing against the bottle.

As he filled his tiny belly, his body began to relax. Daddy held him close, the baby’s head resting against his chest. The steady beat of a human heart was no replacement for his mother’s, but it was enough to calm him for now.

After drinking, the baby let out a soft sigh, curling up in Daddy’s hand. His eyes blinked slowly before closing, his body still trembling lightly.

In that peaceful moment, Daddy whispered, “Don’t worry, little one. You’re safe now. I’ll take care of you.”

The newborn drifted into sleep, still dreaming of his mother — her warmth, her heartbeat, her love. Though she was gone, the kindness around him promised a new beginning.