In the still silence of the forest, a tiny cry echoed beneath the trees—a sound so soft it could have been missed by anyone not listening closely. But that cry was the voice of a newborn baby monkey, left all alone, shivering on the cold earth. His mother, likely scared or injured after giving birth, had vanished into the trees. Whether she was forced to flee or simply couldn’t return, no one knows. But the baby was left behind, helpless and exposed to the wild.
His tiny body was barely the size of two hands. His eyes had barely opened, his limbs weak and unsteady. He had no way to feed himself, no protection, and no warmth. The wind rustled through the trees above him, and insects crawled nearby—but he just lay there, crying for the mother who never came back.
By pure chance, I was passing through the area when I heard him. At first, I thought it was a bird, but when I followed the sound, my heart broke at what I saw. A newborn monkey, alone and clinging to a twig as if it were his last hope.
Without hesitation, I wrapped him in my shirt and held him close to my chest. He stopped crying for a moment, sensing warmth—something familiar, something safe.
Since that day, he’s been with me. Feeding him drop by drop, helping him grow stronger each day, and holding him close at night so he doesn’t feel alone.
He may have been abandoned, but he is no longer forgotten. His will to live is stronger than anyone expected, and with care, love, and patience, this little soul has a second chance. ❤️