Under quiet trees, a mother monkey refuses to move far from her fragile newborn. The baby is tiny, weak, and unsteady, breathing softly against her warm chest. With gentle hands, she steadies every shake, offers comfort, and watches the world carefully. Hunger, cold, and danger feel distant when her body becomes a shield. She stays alert through long hours, resting only when the baby settles. Each small grip, each slow breath, strengthens her resolve. Her closeness is medicine, her patience a promise. In silence, love works, helping the newborn survive another precious day, together, learning, trusting, enduring, hoping, living, onward.
