The forest was quiet, but one heartbreaking sound echoed through the leaves—tiny Lily’s soft cries. The small baby monkey tried to move, but her weak little body couldn’t lift itself from her mother Libby’s side. Her tiny hands trembled, her eyes full of confusion and pain. She wanted to play, to explore, but her strength had faded away.
Libby sat beside her baby, watching helplessly. Her heart was torn between worry and guilt. She tried to comfort Lily, gently touching her back and whispering small sounds of love. Yet, Lily’s body didn’t respond. The mother’s eyes showed deep sadness, knowing her baby was suffering but unsure what to do.
Other monkeys passed by, curious but silent. They could sense something wrong. Libby became protective, wrapping her arms tightly around her little one as if shielding her from the world. Lily pressed her tiny face against her mom’s fur, crying softly, her tears wetting Libby’s chest. It was a painful scene—love mixed with helplessness.
The day grew long, and the jungle light turned gold. Still, Lily couldn’t move. Her mother tried to help her stand, but the little one only whimpered and leaned back down. The sight broke Libby’s heart again and again. She wanted to give her baby warmth, safety, and hope, yet the pain remained.
As the wind brushed through the trees, Libby softly rocked her fragile baby, hoping her comfort could ease Lily’s pain. The forest fell silent once more, except for the quiet sobs of a mother holding her child close, praying that tomorrow her little Lily might move again, might smile again, and be free from this deep sorrow.
