In the peaceful afternoon of the troop’s resting hour, an unexpected nightmare unfolded. Little Alba, the gentle and playful baby monkey who always clung to her mother Anna, faced a shocking moment that no one could believe. For a long time, Anna had seemed calm and loving, grooming Alba and protecting her from other monkeys. But suddenly, without warning, her behavior changed. Her eyes turned wild, her body tense, and in a fit of rage, she attacked her own baby.
Alba screamed helplessly, her tiny voice echoing through the forest. The troop froze, confused and alarmed. Anna grabbed her baby roughly, biting and shaking her as if she didn’t recognize her own child. Alba’s fragile body trembled, her cries became weaker, and soon, she was in unbearable pain. The attack was so violent that Alba lost control and passed stool while crying in fear and agony. It was a heartbreaking sight — a mother turning into her baby’s greatest danger.
Nearby females screamed in distress, some even trying to come closer, but Anna’s aggression kept everyone away. She chased off any monkey that tried to help, guarding Alba’s trembling body like a predator protecting prey. The troop leader barked loudly, trying to restore order, but Anna seemed trapped in some uncontrollable fury.
Minutes felt like hours. Alba lay on the ground, her tiny chest heaving as tears ran down her face. Her little limbs shook uncontrollably — a seizure brought on by the intense stress and trauma. Her cries were faint now, only small sobs escaping between spasms. The forest grew silent, filled only with the sound of Alba’s gasping breath.
Finally, Anna stopped. Her anger faded, replaced by confusion. She looked down at her baby, who now lay still and weak. Slowly, Anna reached out, touching Alba’s back as if realizing what she had done. There was no energy left in the tiny one to move, only a quiet whimper.
That day, everyone in the troop witnessed a tragic twist — love turning into harm, life turning toward death. Little Alba’s suffering became a reminder of how fragile emotions can be, even in the wild hearts of mothers who once swore to protect their young.
