The jungle grew silent for a moment as Daniel stood trembling, his little face full of confusion and pain. His sharp baby teeth showed when he opened his mouth to cry, but no sound came at first—just tears rolling down his cheeks. Dolly, usually his playful sister, had turned wild today. Her anger was fierce and sudden, and Daniel didn’t understand why she hurt him. The bite mark on his tiny hand showed red and swollen, making him whimper and hold it close to his chest.
Dolly bared her teeth, eyes flashing in frustration. Maybe she was jealous, or maybe she just lost her patience when Daniel clung too close. But her actions went too far. Mom Daniela saw the chaos too late—Daniel was already shaking, his little body jerking from fear and pain. His breath came in short, uneven gasps like a seizure, his cry broken and weak.
Daniela rushed forward, her arms wrapping her baby tight. Her heart pounded as she tried to calm him, grooming his fur, whispering soft sounds of comfort. Dolly, realizing what she had done, backed away slowly, her anger melting into regret. She watched as Mom tried to soothe Daniel’s trembling body.
The forest felt heavy—no birds sang, no wind blew through the trees. Only the quiet sobs of a frightened baby echoed in the air. Daniela looked at Dolly with sad eyes, torn between anger and forgiveness. Her babies were learning the hard way about pain, love, and control.
In Daniel’s eyes, tears shimmered like rain. He looked up weakly at his mom, silently pleading for protection, for safety, for her love to make everything right again.
