In the quiet corner of the forest, a little baby monkey clung tightly to his old mother. His tiny hands reached endlessly toward her chest, his innocent eyes begging for milk every moment of the day. The baby’s hunger was constant, and his small cries echoed through the trees like a soft plea that never seemed to end.
The old mother, however, looked tired and worn. Her years of carrying and raising many young ones had left her body weak. She wanted to give love and comfort to her new baby, yet the demand for milk was far more than what she could manage. Each time the baby tugged at her, she sighed with weary eyes, showing her silent unhappiness. Her instincts told her to care, but her strength was not the same as before.
Still, the baby did not understand his mother’s struggle. His world was simple—he needed milk, comfort, and warmth. Every time he cried, his tiny voice carried desperation, believing that only his mother could ease his hunger. He could not see the pain in her heart, nor the tiredness etched into her face.
Other monkeys in the group watched quietly. Some young mothers fed their babies with ease, while the old mother sat apart, trying to balance her baby’s needs with her own weakening body. It was a bittersweet scene—love and duty mixed with exhaustion and silent frustration.
Even though she felt unhappy, the old mother never abandoned her child. Her arms still wrapped around him protectively, her body still served as his shelter. In that struggle lay a deep truth: the bond between mother and baby is powerful, even when tested by time, weakness, and endless need.
