Born under the quiet shade of the forest canopy, the baby monkey arrived fragile and trembling. Its tiny body was weak, barely strong enough to cling to its mother’s fur. The young mother, confused and inexperienced, did not understand what her newborn needed. She held the baby awkwardly, unsure how to nurse or keep it warm. Sometimes she stared at it with wide, worried eyes, as if asking the wind for guidance. The infant let out soft cries, searching for comfort. Slowly, through instinct and patience, the mother began to learn, love guiding her hands more gently each passing day.
