It was a heartbreaking moment in the forest when little Lily, the fragile baby monkey, lay on the ground crying weakly. Her small hands trembled, and her eyes filled with pain and confusion. No one could understand why her mother, Libby, would act so harshly toward her own child. Once known as a caring mom, Libby suddenly turned cold, ignoring Lily’s desperate cries for comfort and milk.
The other monkeys in the group watched silently, their faces showing sadness and worry. Lily tried to crawl toward her mother, hoping to feel that familiar warmth, but Libby pushed her away. The tiny baby stumbled, hit a small branch, and cried louder. Her thin body looked so weak, as if she had lost all her strength. It was truly a painful sight that could break any heart.
Perhaps Libby was stressed or confused, struggling to balance between her instincts and the harsh life in the troop. But for poor Lily, none of that could explain the pain she felt. She only wanted to be held, to be loved, to feel safe under her mother’s arms again.
After a while, Lily sat quietly under a tree, her little face wet with tears. The sound of her faint sobs echoed softly through the forest. Some kind older monkeys came closer, watching her with gentle eyes, as if wishing they could help. The world seemed unfair for such an innocent soul.
Oh, how pitiful small Lily looked—so hurt, so heartbroken. Everyone who saw her could only whisper, “Why, Libby? How could you do this to your baby?” May little Lily find comfort again, and may her mother remember the love that once kept them together.
