Poor little Sheba, the baby monkey, lay trembling in the doctor’s arms, her body weak and wounded. Her injury was serious—possibly caused by a fall or an attack—and it had left a deep cut on her tiny leg. As the kind-hearted wildlife doctor gently began to clean the wound, Sheba let out a sharp, painful scream. Her cries pierced the air, heartbreaking and desperate. It was as if she was begging the world to stop the pain, her voice full of fear and confusion.
Though the doctor worked with care and compassion, Sheba couldn’t understand that this painful moment was part of her healing. Every touch made her flinch. Every movement of the bandage or medicine brought more screams. Her little hands grasped the doctor’s fingers, clinging tightly, not wanting to be left alone in such pain. Her eyes, wide with tears, looked up in silent pleading, as if asking, “Why is this happening to me?”
Those around her watched with sorrow. Even the doctor, though used to suffering, whispered softly, “God, please help this poor soul.” The room was filled with a mix of pain, compassion, and hope. Despite her screaming, Sheba’s strength showed in her fight to stay conscious and in her trust, even through the pain.
When the treatment was done, Sheba lay wrapped in a soft cloth, finally calming, her breathing still uneven. Her screams faded into soft whimpers, her eyes slowly closing in exhaustion. She had survived another battle. God willing, she will heal, with love, care, and time. May angels watch over her as she rests, and may Sheba soon run, climb, and smile again—free from pain, safe in the hands of those who truly care.
