Poor little Bradi sat quietly under the big mango tree, his tiny eyes filled with confusion. The morning that should have been warm and peaceful turned into a heartbreaking scene. His mom, Rose, usually so gentle, seemed cold and distant today. She pushed him away when he tried to cling to her fur for comfort. Bradi didn’t understand why. His little hands trembled as he watched her walk off with Soksok, her older baby, leaving him behind.
Bradi tried to follow, but Rose turned and gave him a sharp warning look. It was like her heart had suddenly changed. Soksok, proud and playful, jumped onto Rose’s back, chattering happily, while poor Bradi sat alone, his lips quivering. The jungle, full of buzzing insects and rustling leaves, suddenly felt too quiet for such a tiny heart.
Sometimes, mothers in the wild behave differently when raising more than one baby. Perhaps Rose felt tired, or maybe she thought Soksok needed more attention. But Bradi didn’t know these reasons—he only felt the sadness of being left out. His soft cries echoed gently, hoping his mother would turn back and pick him up again.
After a while, Bradi curled into a small ball, hugging his knees. Even the butterflies that fluttered near him couldn’t cheer him up. All he wanted was to feel Rose’s warmth again—to hear her soft heartbeat while he rested in her arms. Watching from afar, Rose’s eyes softened for a moment. Maybe deep down she still loved her little Bradi, but something held her back. Poor Bradi waited patiently, believing that one day his mom would smile at him again, just like before.
