Punch, a baby monkey who had only been alive for ten months, never knew his motherโs love.
He had already overcome countless hardships and been nurtured by the affection of those around him.
Yet despite everything, he was now generously sharing his own love with even smaller monkeys than himself.
If I were in his position, I probably would have felt jealous watching a baby being doted on by its mother.
But Punch was different.
It was precisely because he had endured such painful difficulties that his sincerity and kindness had blossomed โ and that touched my heart more deeply than anything else.