In the quiet corner of the troop, a heart-melting scene unfolded when the gentle, plump mother monkey—known by many as “Fatty Mother” for her round and soft appearance—wrapped her strong arms around a tiny girl monkey and her fragile newborn baby. With patience and care, she showed a kind of love that seemed endless, as if she carried a billion sweet blessings in her heart.
The little girl, still young herself, had just given birth to her first baby. Nervous, unsure, and inexperienced, she sometimes didn’t know how to hold or comfort her tiny one. That was when Fatty Mother stepped in, guiding her with warmth. She groomed the little girl softly, nuzzled the newborn, and sat close as if whispering, “You’re not alone.”
Every touch carried reassurance. When the baby whimpered, Fatty Mother reached out gently, giving the little one safety and calmness. The young mother leaned on her for strength, clearly trusting her older, wiser companion. It was as though Fatty Mother had become both grandmother and guardian, pouring out love not just in actions but in her very presence.
Around them, other monkeys played, chattered, or moved on with their day, but in that moment, the bond of three generations glowed brighter than anything else. The newborn, nestled between two hearts, was embraced by security. The little girl felt the confidence growing inside her, knowing she could raise her baby with love, because she was surrounded by guidance.
Such rare, touching moments remind us that family is not only by blood but also by the spirit of care. The billion sweet love Fatty Mother gave will live forever in the memory of that little girl and her newborn baby.
