The morning was quiet, but the tiny cries of a newborn baby monkey broke the stillness. His voice was so small, so fragile, yet filled with a grief far too big for someone his size. Wrapped in a soft blanket, his eyes kept searching left and right, as if he was desperately trying to find a familiar warmth he would never feel again. His tiny lips trembled as he squeaked the only thing he knew — a call for his mother.
Every few minutes, he lifted his little head and cried out softly, “Mother, where are you?” The sound wasn’t made of words, but anyone who heard it could feel exactly what he meant. His hands reached upward, shaking gently, hoping that somehow she would appear and pull him close. But the arms he longed for were gone forever.
When the caretaker picked him up, the newborn clung tightly, pressing his tiny face into her chest. His whole body trembled with worry, fear, and confusion. He didn’t understand why the world suddenly felt so big, so cold, and so empty. All he knew was that he wanted his mother back.
The caretaker stroked his head slowly, whispering soothing words he couldn’t understand but could somehow feel. The warmth of her hands helped calm him a little, but every time she tried to put him down, he started crying again. His grief was raw, pure, and heartbreakingly innocent.
As the day went on, he learned to take small breaths between his cries. The caretaker fed him gently from a tiny bottle, and though he was still scared, he slowly accepted the new comfort he was given. His tiny fingers wrapped around hers, showing that he was trying — trying to trust, trying to survive, trying to feel safe again.
Even though his voice was tiny, his grief echoed loudly in every heart that saw him. And while he couldn’t understand it yet, love was already surrounding him — a new beginning slowly forming from the warmth of human hands.