Nearby, a gentle mother-to-be monkey named Susan sat quietly under the shade of a large tree. Her belly was round with new life, and her eyes carried the calm wisdom of one who understood both love and struggle. She was resting, feeling her baby move inside her, when she noticed the small figure stumbling toward her.
The baby monkey’s soft cries grew louder as he came closer. “Ah please…” his tiny voice seemed to say as he reached out his trembling hands toward Susan. It was as if he were begging her — begging not for food alone, but for comfort, for the tender feeling of being cared for, for the gentle heartbeat of a mother he longed to feel again.
Susan’s heart melted. Though she herself was heavy and tired, her natural motherly instinct took over. She looked at the little one with compassion and slowly reached out her arm. The baby immediately clung to her, pressing his face into her fur, searching, hoping, believing. He was thirsty, yes — but more than that, he was yearning for love.
For a while, Susan simply held him close. She didn’t push him away. She knew he wasn’t her baby, yet the warmth of his tiny body reminded her of the one growing inside her. She let him rest, brushing her hand softly over his back, as the baby’s breathing slowed and his cries turned into soft sighs.
Her heart ached knowing she couldn’t feed him, but she could give him something just as precious — safety, comfort, and affection. The little monkey nestled deeper into her arms, feeling a warmth that was almost like his mother’s. He stopped trembling. He wasn’t thirsty for milk anymore — he was filled, instead, with love.
Other monkeys nearby watched quietly. It was a scene of pure tenderness — a lost baby seeking a mother, and a mother-to-be offering love without hesitation. Even the wind seemed to whisper softly through the leaves, carrying a message of peace and kindness.
As the sun climbed higher, Susan slowly stood up. She knew she had to move carefully with her unborn baby, but she didn’t want to leave the little one behind. She gently placed him near a shaded spot where other female monkeys were resting — perhaps one of them could nurse him, she hoped. She gave him one last soft touch, and the baby looked up at her with big round eyes, full of gratitude.
That moment was silent but full of meaning — a bond between two hearts that had met only for a brief time, yet forever changed each other.
As Susan walked away, her steps were slow, but her spirit felt lighter. She had shared love — the pure kind that doesn’t ask for anything in return. And somewhere behind her, the tiny monkey watched, his thirst gone, his little heart full.
