Little Lily really so cried, her tiny voice trembling in the quiet of the morning forest. She sat on the dusty ground, hugging her knees, eyes wide and wet as she searched everywhere for her mom, Libby. The trees stood tall and silent, and the wind carried no comfort to her aching heart. Lily did not understand why her mother’s warmth was suddenly replaced by fear and pain.
Libby was once gentle, always pulling Lily close, cleaning her fur, and sharing food. But today something felt different. Maybe the stress of the group, maybe hunger, or maybe fear had changed Libby’s mood. When Lily reached out for comfort, Libby reacted wrongly. A rough push, a sharp pull, and Lily fell hard onto the ground. The pain was not only in her small body, but deep inside her heart.
Little Lily cried louder, not just because she was hurt, but because she was confused. She kept looking at Libby, hoping her mom would turn back, scoop her up, and make everything okay again. Her eyes followed every move Libby made, begging silently for love. But Libby walked away, leaving Lily alone with her tears.
The other monkeys watched from a distance. Some seemed uneasy, others afraid to interfere. Lily tried to stand, her legs shaking, her sobs softening into weak whimpers. She still believed her mom would come back. Children always believe in their mothers, even after pain.
As the sun climbed higher, Lily slowly wiped her tears with her tiny hands. She did not stop looking for Libby. Despite being hurt, her heart still held hope. Little Lily’s cry was not only sadness—it was a call for love, care, and the simple safety of her mother’s arms.
