The morning was calm, but the tiny newborn monkey in my arms couldn’t stop trembling. She was barely a few days old, so small that my hand could almost wrap around her whole body. Her big, round eyes were full of fear fear that came from a past she never deserved. Every time someone stepped away, even for a second, she panicked. She truly believed she was being left behind again.
When I gently put her down on the soft blanket to prepare her milk, she let out the tiniest cry so soft, yet so heartbreaking. Her little fingers curled tightly, reaching out for me as if her life depended on it. She didn’t understand that I was still right there. All she knew was the feeling of being alone… something she had experienced far too early.
The moment I turned back toward her, she tried to drag herself closer, her body weak but her heart desperate. I quickly picked her up, and instantly, she buried her tiny face into my chest, clinging as if she finally found the safety she had lost. Her breathing softened, and her trembling slowly faded.
Feeding time was another emotional moment. As she drank her warm milk, her eyes stayed locked on me, making sure I didn’t disappear. Every pause, every move of my hand made her whimper. She wasn’t spoiled she was scared. She thought love could vanish at any second.
So I held her a little longer. I whispered softly, letting her know she was safe now. No more loneliness. No more fear. No more being left behind.
As she drifted off to sleep, her tiny fingers still gripping mine, I realized something beautiful she wasn’t just surviving anymore. She was learning to trust. She was learning that this time… someone was staying.
And I will stay.
Because no newborn heart especially one so fragile should ever feel abandoned again.