I live in a small village in Cambodia, close to the forest. Life here is usually quiet and peaceful, but after my husband passed away, my life felt empty. I was widowed and living alone. Many days were filled with silence and sadness, and I often felt lost.
One day, I decided to walk toward the forest near my village. Being close to nature helped calm my mind. As I was walking, I suddenly heard a small crying sound. It was weak and full of fear. I followed the sound and found a newborn baby monkey lying alone on the ground.
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The baby monkey was screaming softly. He looked cold and hungry. I looked around, hoping his mother would return, but soon I realized the truth. The mother monkey was no longer alive. My heart felt heavy. I knew I could not leave the baby alone in the forest.
I gently picked up the baby monkey and brought him to my home. He was very small and fragile. The first thing I did was clean him carefully. Then I wrapped him in a warm blanket so he would feel safe. Slowly, he stopped crying and relaxed in my hands.
After that, I prepared milk and fed him using a bottle. He drank quietly, holding the bottle with his tiny hands. Watching him eat made me feel warmth in my heart. For the first time in a long while, I felt needed.
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