Oh no, tiny BB Matin is having such a heartbreaking moment. His little eyes are full of tears, his soft cries echoing through the forest. His belly rumbles with hunger, and he doesn’t understand why his mommy hasn’t come back to feed him. He clings to a tree root, lips quivering, and lets out a long, sad whimper. BB Matin is just a few days old, too young to be left alone, too fragile to cope without comfort.
He keeps crawling around, crying and sniffing for the scent of his mother. His tiny hands reach out in every direction, but all he finds is emptiness. The sun is hot, the ground is hard, and poor Matin’s energy is fading. His calls grow weaker, and still no one comes. The sadness in his face is too much to bear.
What BB Matin doesn’t know is that his mother is only a few trees away, hiding quietly, watching with nervous eyes. She’s not being cruel — she’s scared. A loud group of bigger monkeys had recently chased her, and she ran in panic, leaving Matin behind without thinking. Now, her heart aches as she sees her baby suffering, but she’s too afraid to return just yet.
Still, her motherly instinct is growing stronger by the minute. Her baby’s cries cut deep into her soul. With one more soft cry from Matin, she finally takes a step forward, trembling but determined.
Maybe—just maybe—this little family will be reunited soon. But for now, BB Matin remains under the open sky, crying softly, completely unaware that Mom is nearby, gathering the courage to come back and wrap him in her arms once again.
