The morning sun had just begun to shine through the small wooden windows of the house when a tiny sound broke the quiet of the day—a soft, squeaky “ee… ee…” that was almost too gentle to be heard. It came from the warm little corner of the living room, where a newborn baby monkey had just arrived home for the very first time.
Everyone in the house called him Nunu. He was so tiny that he could fit perfectly inside two cupped hands. His fur was still short and fluffy, looking more like soft peach fuzz than real hair. His eyes were big, shiny, and curious—full of innocence, full of questions about this strange, new world he had just entered. Nunu had been brought home to recover and grow strong, and from the very first moment, he filled the house with joy.
Nunu lay wrapped inside a small yellow blanket that had been folded into a little nest. The blanket smelled warm and cozy, and the softness made him feel safe. When he shifted slightly and opened his mouth for a small yawn, the whole family watching him couldn’t help but smile. There was something incredibly heart-melting about the way his little fingers curled, the way his nose twitched, the way his tiny ears perked up when he heard new sounds.
Aunty Dara, the one taking care of him, moved slowly and gently so she wouldn’t startle him. She reached out a careful hand and softly touched his back. Nunu made a sweet little sound—almost like a kitten—and immediately relaxed. He liked her soft touch; it reminded him of comfort, warmth, and protection.
Every morning, Aunty Dara prepared Nunu’s milk. She used a small bottle with a soft tip that was perfect for newborn animals. When Nunu saw the bottle, his tiny face instantly lit up. He reached out with both hands—still clumsy, still learning how to move—and tried to pull it close. But he wasn’t strong enough yet, so Aunty Dara held it for him.
Nunu opened his mouth and began drinking slowly, making the cutest little sucking sound. His hands rested gently on the bottle, as if he just wanted to feel it and be sure it wouldn’t go away. His tummy moved up and down with each sip, and every now and then, he paused to look up at Aunty Dara with peaceful, trusting eyes. It was a simple moment, but it felt magical. Feeding time became the highlight of everyone’s day.
After his milk, Nunu became full and sleepy. Newborn monkeys slept a lot—long naps that helped them grow stronger. Aunty Dara placed him inside a soft baby hammock. The hammock swayed very lightly, just enough to make Nunu feel as if he were being carried. His little hands always searched for something to hold, so Dara gave him a tiny cloth toy shaped like a banana. Nunu hugged it tightly, closed his eyes, and drifted into sleep.
When he slept, he made the cutest expressions. Sometimes his lips puckered, sometimes a tiny smile formed, and sometimes his eyes fluttered as if he were dreaming about leaves, fruit, or warm sunlight. The house fell into a gentle calm each time he napped; it was peaceful just watching him rest.
But Nunu wasn’t always sleepy. After a good nap and a gentle stretch, he became curious and playful. His little arms reached out at everything—the pillows, the blanket, Aunty Dara’s necklace, even Dara’s hair! He didn’t know what anything was yet, but he wanted to touch everything. His curiosity made everyone laugh.
One afternoon, Aunty Dara placed a soft mat on the floor to let Nunu practice moving. At first, he just sat there, blinking slowly, unsure what to do. But after a little encouragement, he tried stretching his legs, pushing his hands forward, and lifting his head. His movements were wobbly and awkward, but also extremely adorable.
When he tried to crawl, he took two tiny pushes and then flopped over gently onto his side like a little dumpling. Everyone laughed softly—not to tease him, but because he looked so cute trying his best. Nunu blinked in surprise, shook his head, and tried again. This time, he managed a few more inches before stopping to catch his breath. Even though he was small, Nunu had a determined heart.
Throughout the day, Nunu discovered new things. He found out that blankets were fun to pull, bottles were his favorite treasure, and the sound of humans talking made him feel safe. He also learned that being held close was the nicest feeling in the world. Whenever Dara picked him up, Nunu wrapped his tiny arms around her finger and clung softly, like a newborn baby searching for comfort.
Sometimes, he even rested his little head against her chest and listened to her heartbeat. The steady rhythm calmed him. It reminded him that he was not alone—that he was cared for, protected, and loved.
In the evenings, when the house became quiet, Nunu had his warm bath. The water was shallow and gentle, just enough to clean his soft fur. He wasn’t afraid; instead, he relaxed completely, letting Dara wash him with slow, loving motions. After the bath, she dried him with a fluffy towel and rubbed his tiny head until he looked like a little puffball.
Then came cuddle time. Dara wrapped him in a fresh blanket and held him close. The baby monkey made a soft chirp, eyes half-closed, enjoying the warmth and attention. It was during these moments that his bond with the family grew stronger. Even though he was a tiny newborn, he had already become an important part of the home.
Nunu’s favorite moment of all was when he listened to soothing sounds—soft humming, the rustle of leaves outside, or the gentle rhythm of the ceiling fan. These sounds helped him feel calm and relaxed. And finally, when he was ready, he curled up tightly, hugging his little banana toy, and drifted into a peaceful sleep once more.
As the days passed, Nunu slowly grew stronger, more alert, and more curious. The family watched his eyes sparkle with excitement whenever something new caught his attention. They witnessed his little personality developing—sweet, playful, gentle, and endlessly adorable.
Having a newborn baby monkey in the home was not always easy. He needed constant care, warm milk, safe sleeping spots, and a lot of patience. But every moment with Nunu—every tiny sound he made, every cuddle he gave—brought a special happiness that filled the house like sunshine.
He was more than just a baby monkey.
He was joy.
He was warmth.
He was family.
And as he slept peacefully in his cozy yellow blanket, everyone knew one thing for certain: this little newborn monkey had brought love into their home in the most adorable way possible.
