That morning, as sunlight danced gently through the trees, a young woman was jogging through the park as she always did.
Her rhythm suddenly broke when she heard a faint “chit-chit” sound coming from the grass nearby.
She slowed down, followed the tiny voice — and there, lying helplessly on the damp grass, was a newborn squirrel, barely breathing.
Its fragile body was pink and hairless, eyes still closed, and it must have fallen from its nest high above.
Her heart tightened at the sight. Without hesitation, she wrapped it gently in a handkerchief and took it home.
From that moment on, she cared for the tiny creature as if it were her own child.
She named him Milo, and each day she fed him drop by drop, kept him warm in her palms, and whispered softly to comfort him.
When Milo opened his eyes for the first time and looked at her, she felt something stir deeply in her heart — a bond beyond words.
Days passed, and Milo grew stronger, his fur turning a soft brown. He learned to jump, to climb, and followed her everywhere.
The young woman often smiled and said,
“I didn’t just save him… he reminded me what true love and care really mean.” 🐿️💛
