I heard faint cries coming from the bushes. As I got closer, I saw a tiny baby monkey, shivering and weak. It looked hungry and scared, its small body covered in dirt. There was no sign of its mother. My heart ached for the helpless creature, so I gently picked it up and wrapped it in my scarf.
I took the baby monkey home, determined to care for it. First, I cleaned it with a warm, damp cloth and wrapped it in a soft towel. Then, I prepared some warm milk and fed it slowly with a dropper. The poor thing was starving and drank eagerly. After feeding, it curled up in my hands and fell asleep, feeling safe for the first time.
Over the next few days, I continued to feed and care for the baby monkey. Slowly, it gained strength and started to trust me. It played around the house, clinging to my shoulder like a tiny child. Though I knew it would eventually need to return to the wild, I promised to give it all the love and care it needed until it was strong enough to survive on its own.