The baby monkey had once been alone, abandoned in the vast and unforgiving forest. His tiny body was weak, his cries unheard, lost among the towering trees and endless shadows. He had no mother to hold him, no family to protect him. Hunger gnawed at his little belly, and fear was his only companion.
But then, a kind man found him—fragile, trembling, barely holding on. With gentle hands, he lifted the baby from the cold ground and carried him to safety. The monkey didn’t know what love felt like until that moment.
Now, instead of cold nights in the wild, he curls up next to a soft, warm friend—a cat with a gentle heart. The cat doesn’t mind his tiny fingers gripping its fur or the way he clings, afraid to be alone again. They sleep close, sharing warmth, as if the cat understands the sorrow hidden in the little monkey’s heart.
Even in safety, the baby monkey still wakes up sometimes, reaching out in the darkness, afraid the world has abandoned him again. But the soft purring beside him reassures him that he’s not alone. He presses closer, breathing in the quiet comfort of his new friend.
The world may have turned its back on him once, but now, in the quiet of the night, he has found something he never thought he would—love, warmth, and a place where he finally belongs.