In a quiet corner of the jungle, where sunlight flickered through the canopy and birds chirped soft morning songs, a small monkey family stirred from sleep. Among them was Kley, a young and clever monkey, known throughout the troop for his playful nature and big heart.
Kley had recently become an uncle. His older brother, Miko, had welcomed a newborn baby monkey just a few weeks ago. The little one was tiny, with wide, curious eyes and a soft cry that melted hearts. The troop was thrilled about the new arrival, and everyone took turns helping the new parents. But being an uncle made Kley feel something different—something proud, protective, and joyful.
One morning, the baby began to fuss. His mother, weak from a night without food, struggled to nurse him. Miko did his best to comfort both his mate and their infant, but the baby’s cries grew louder. The jungle was a wild place—kind, but also unpredictable. Sometimes food was abundant, and sometimes even the strongest went without.
Kley, perched a few branches above, watched with concern. His nephew’s tiny face was scrunched in hunger, and his mother looked worried. Without hesitation, Kley sprang into action.
He remembered that just the day before, an elder female monkey—an experienced aunt—had nursed a young orphan and still had milk. Kley, not one to be shy, darted through the branches and found her resting nearby.
“Please,” Kley pleaded gently, his voice filled with urgency. “My brother’s baby is hungry, and his mother is too tired to feed him. Can we borrow a little help—just enough for him to be full?”
The older monkey, wise and kind, didn’t hesitate. She knew the jungle’s way—family looked out for one another. “Of course,” she said, “Bring him here.”
Kley rushed back and, with his brother’s permission, gently cradled the baby and brought him to the elder. She welcomed the infant tenderly and allowed him to nurse. The baby latched on instinctively, drinking eagerly. Within minutes, the cries faded. His belly filled, his eyes grew heavy, and soon, he was resting peacefully in Kley’s arms.
“Oh my goodness!” Kley whispered, holding the now-happy baby with a bright smile. “So good, so strong already. Look at him eat!”
Miko climbed down beside him, touched by his brother’s kindness. “You’ve done more than help,” he said quietly. “You’ve given him comfort and given us time to recover. Thank you.”
Kley only chuckled. “That’s what brothers are for. We share what we have—milk, food, strength. The jungle may be wild, but love makes it home.”
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the troop gathered again. The baby, now full and content, was passed from arm to arm with soft coos and gentle smiles. Kley sat back, watching the little one, feeling warmth in his heart.
He had not given milk himself, but he had given something just as valuable—initiative, care, and the reminder that in families, everyone plays a part. Whether you’re a mother, father, sibling, or uncle, love speaks the same language.
