In the quiet corner of the temple yard, little baby Sippo was playing near his mother, feeling safe and loved under her gentle watch. The afternoon sun painted soft golden light over the stones, and the troop seemed peaceful—until an unexpected moment shattered the calm. Older monkey Rana, known for his rough temper, suddenly approached. Without warning, he pushed tiny Sippo aside, sending the baby tumbling onto the hard ground.
Sippo’s small cry pierced the air, trembling with fear and pain. His mother, startled, rushed forward to check on him. The baby’s little hands reached out for comfort, his eyes full of tears and confusion. He couldn’t understand why Rana, a monkey he often looked up to, had treated him so cruelly. The other monkeys paused, watching the heartbreaking moment unfold. Some looked away; others murmured softly as if feeling the pain of the little one.
Rana sat nearby, pretending indifference, though his eyes showed a flicker of guilt. Perhaps he had acted out of jealousy or irritation, but the damage was done. Sippo clung tightly to his mother’s chest, still sobbing quietly, his tiny heart pounding fast. His mom softly groomed his fur, whispering love in every gentle touch, as if to erase the fear.
The troop slowly returned to calm, but the sadness lingered. Even as evening fell, little Sippo refused to leave his mother’s arms, watching Rana from a distance with cautious eyes. It was a painful lesson for the baby—learning that not every member of his world was kind. Yet within that sorrow, his mother’s care shone even brighter, reminding everyone who witnessed the scene that love is the strongest comfort after hurt.
