A New Beginning: This Poor Baby Monkey’s First Day at My Home
Today was the little monkey’s first day in my home, and my heart broke the moment I saw him. He’s so tiny, fragile, and quiet—too quiet for a creature known for its playful spirit. His big, dark eyes seemed lost, filled with confusion and sadness. As he sat in the corner, gripping his tiny hands together, I could feel his fear. He didn’t cry, but his silence spoke volumes.
I can only imagine what he’s been through. Maybe he lost his mother. Maybe he was taken too soon from the wild. All I know is that he’s here now, and I’m determined to give him the love he deserves. I set up a warm, soft bed for him with blankets and toys, but he didn’t touch them. He just stared. Occasionally, he glanced at me, unsure if I was friend or foe.
I gently offered him a small banana. He hesitated but eventually took it with trembling hands. That tiny gesture gave me hope. It was a beginning—a small sign that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to trust me.
The house feels different with him in it. There’s a quiet presence, a fragile life that needs healing. I whispered softly to him as I sat nearby, letting him know he’s not alone anymore. I don’t expect him to bounce around joyfully right away. Trust takes time. Healing takes patience.
But I promise him this: he will never be unloved again. He’s safe now. He’s home.
