Mama Monkey noticed his body felt warmer than usual, and his little eyes looked tired. She gently touched his forehead and realized something was wrong. Without wasting another moment, she decided to take him to the nearby animal hospital where kind doctors often helped sick or injured animals from the forest.
The journey was not easy. The forest paths were darkening as night approached, and the sounds of crickets echoed through the trees. But Mama Monkey didn’t stop. She held Rojo close to her chest, whispering softly to him, as if her love alone could heal him. When they finally reached the hospital, a warm light shone from the building, and the smell of medicine filled the air.
A team of veterinarians greeted them immediately. They could see the worry in the mother’s eyes and quickly examined baby Rojo. The little one whimpered softly as the doctor took his temperature and listened to his breathing. His heartbeat was slow, and his body was slightly dehydrated. The doctor gently stroked Rojo’s head and said, “Don’t worry, Mama. He’ll be fine. He just needs some care and medicine.”
Mama Monkey watched closely as the doctors prepared a small dose of medicine. They mixed it carefully and gave it to Rojo through a dropper. At first, he resisted—his tiny hands pushing weakly—but then he swallowed it, and soon his breathing started to calm. The doctor also gave him a bit of warm milk to help him regain strength.
As the night grew darker, Mama Monkey sat beside the little bed where Rojo was resting. She didn’t take her eyes off him for a moment. She gently brushed his fur and whispered, “You’re going to be okay, my baby.” After a while, Rojo’s tiny eyes began to flutter open, and he gave a soft chirp. It was faint, but it was a sign of hope.
The doctor smiled and said, “He’s getting better. You brought him just in time.”
Mama Monkey’s heart filled with relief. She hugged her baby close, feeling his warmth return. The hospital room was quiet except for the soft sound of the forest outside and the gentle breathing of baby Rojo.
By the next morning, Rojo was already sitting up and nibbling on a small banana. His mother couldn’t stop smiling. That evening’s trip had saved his life—and reminded everyone of a mother’s endless love and courage.
