The morning sun rises softly over the tourist area, but there’s no joy today. Baby David, once a playful little monkey full of energy, now lies quietly on the ground, too weak to move. His tiny arms tremble, his eyes half-closed as if he’s fighting to stay awake. The other monkeys jump and play nearby, but David can barely lift his head.
Tourists stop and whisper, some holding back tears as they watch this fragile baby struggle. His body looks thin, his breathing slow. Even the wind seems gentle around him, afraid to hurt his little frame. One kind visitor leaves a piece of banana near him, but David doesn’t even have the strength to eat.
His mother looks on helplessly, touching him softly, trying to wake him. But nothing changes. It feels like all his energy is gone—his spark fading slowly like the last light of the day.
“Oh God, please help this baby,” someone whispers. “He’s too small to suffer like this.”
Baby David tries to move one more time, his tiny fingers curling weakly. For a moment, his eyes open, shining faintly with hope. Everyone watching silently prays that he will recover—that love and care can bring him back to life again.
