Under the warm sunlight of the temple yard, a tiny baby monkey trembled weakly, its small hands reaching for its mother. The baby’s belly was empty, and its soft cries carried a note of desperation. Again and again, the little one tried to crawl closer, pressing its face toward the mother’s chest, searching for comfort and milk. But heartbreakingly, the mother turned away each time, her eyes distant and her body tense.
It was a painful scene to witness — the baby didn’t understand why the one who gave it life now refused to feed or hold it. With trembling lips, the little one tried to nuzzle her again, but she gently pushed it aside and moved a few steps away. The tiny monkey sat frozen for a moment, confused and hurt, then let out a faint whimper that broke the silence.
Around them, other monkeys played and groomed each other, but this lonely pair stood apart — a story of love interrupted by nature’s harsh lessons. Perhaps the mother was sick, or maybe she felt the baby was too weak to survive. Whatever the reason, the baby’s innocence made the moment unbearably tender.
Still, the little monkey refused to give up. It followed its mother with unsteady steps, trying once more to touch her fur, hoping for warmth. Though the mother kept her distance, the baby’s persistence showed the unbreakable bond between them — a love that endures even through rejection and sorrow.
The scene ended not in reunion, but in quiet hope — the fragile heartbeat of a baby who still believed in its mother’s love.
