In the quiet corner of the troop, a little baby sat close to his mother, enjoying the safety and warmth that only a mother could give. Yet, in the blink of an eye, the oldest female in the group approached with her usual authority. Known for her strictness, she carried herself with pride and often reminded the young ones of their place. On this day, her attention fell on the tiny baby, who was just beginning to explore his world with curiosity and joy.
The baby, still fragile, had been practicing his small steps, hopping from branch to branch and occasionally tugging at his mother’s fur for comfort. Suddenly, the old mother reached out and pulled the baby’s tail back, perhaps in an attempt to discipline or simply show dominance. The baby squealed in surprise, his innocent eyes widening in shock. The playful curiosity turned into a sharp cry of anger. His tiny fists waved, and his soft face wrinkled as if saying, “Why would you do this to me?”
It was a heartbreaking yet powerful moment. The baby’s anger was not just a cry of pain, but also a cry of protest—a declaration that even the smallest life deserves respect and kindness. His mother rushed in, wrapping her arms around him, offering comfort after the sudden act. The baby buried his face against her chest, still trembling, but slowly finding calm in her embrace.
This small scene carried a larger message. Even in the animal kingdom, conflicts between generations appear, and the youngest often struggle to be understood. The little baby’s cry reminded everyone that innocence should be protected, not tested. Oh God, it was a moment both pitiful and powerful—when a baby, so small, bravely showed his feelings to the oldest member of the family.
