In the quiet corner of the troop, a tiny baby monkey sat clinging to a low branch, his little face filled with sadness. His mother, usually his comfort and protection, seemed distant today. She moved quickly through the trees, not paying him the attention he craved. The baby monkey’s eyes followed her every step, confused and heartbroken. He could not understand why her warmth and gentle embrace were missing.
For such a young one, the world feels enormous and frightening without a mother’s closeness. The baby reached out, squeaking softly, hoping she would return to cuddle him. But instead, she kept her distance, as if an invisible wall had come between them. He hugged his tiny arms around himself, rocking gently, as though trying to create the comfort she once gave. His innocent mind did not know the reason behind her coldness; he only felt the ache of being unwanted.
The troop carried on with their daily routines, but this tiny soul’s world felt shattered. His hunger for milk, his longing for touch, and his need for reassurance all went unanswered. The little monkey’s cries were soft, almost like a prayer to the skies. Perhaps, in his fragile heart, he was asking for help beyond what he could see.
“God help,” one could almost whisper when looking at him. A baby so pure, so delicate, should never feel unloved. His mother’s distance might be from stress, confusion, or instinct, but the little one does not know. All he knows is the emptiness where love should be. And in his small, trembling frame, he silently waits, hoping the warmth of his mother’s care will return before it’s too late.
