Deep in the forest, where the tall trees whispered secrets to the wind, lived a tiny baby monkey named Ella. She was soft, small, and full of dreams—but absolutely poor and all alone. Unlike the other baby animals who had families to feed them, cuddle them, and keep them warm, Ella had no one.
Every morning, Ella would wake up with a hopeful heart, looking around to see if anyone had come for her. But the trees only rustled, and the wind only blew. She sat on a big rock with tears in her eyes, whispering, “Why no one take care of me?”
She watched as other baby monkeys played with their mothers, laughing and climbing trees. Ella stayed on the ground, too weak and too sad to join them. Her little stomach growled with hunger, and her heart ached with loneliness. She cried softly, her tiny voice filled with pain, “Help me… I just want someone to love me.”
One afternoon, as the sun began to set, a kind old parrot named Piri noticed Ella sitting alone. He flew down and asked, “Little one, why do you cry?”
Ella looked up with big, wet eyes and said, “No one take care of me.”
Piri’s heart broke. He called out to the forest, and soon animals came—an old turtle, a gentle deer, even a sleepy bear. They didn’t have much, but they gave what they could. A banana, a leaf bed, a warm hug.
From that day forward, Ella was never alone again. The animals took turns watching over her, feeding her, and playing with her. She smiled again. The forest, once cold and silent for her, now echoed with her laughter.
And though she started absolutely poor and forgotten, baby Ella finally had what she needed most: love.
