A New Normal
Months passed. The baby gibbon, now named Kiki, grew stronger every day. She clung to Mara like she’d been born there. Her cries stopped. Her feeding was regular. Mara, in turn, seemed rejuvenated—more focused, more grounded. It was a new kind of joy. A kind of motherhood no one saw coming. But for her, it was natural. Love didn’t need matching DNA.
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