Under the warm but fading afternoon sun, a tiny baby monkey named Tinny sat quietly on the ground, his little body trembling. His mother had just placed him down roughly after carrying him for a while, and the look in her eyes seemed distant, almost cold. Tinny blinked in confusion, unsure why the warmth he had always felt from her was suddenly gone.
For days, Tinny had been clinging tightly to his mother, following her everywhere. But today, something had changed. The mother monkey seemed restless and tired, glancing around as if she wanted to be alone. When Tinny tried to reach for her again, she turned away, leaving him sitting helplessly beside a fallen branch. The little one squeaked softly, rubbing his sore leg where she had pushed him aside. It wasn’t a strong hit, but for such a small creature, it felt like the whole world had turned against him.
The forest around them carried the sound of other monkeys playing, but Tinny didn’t move. His tiny heart pounded in his chest, and tears filled his eyes. He just wanted the comfort of his mother’s arms, the heartbeat he used to fall asleep to. Yet now, he could only watch her walk away slowly, her tail swaying without a backward glance.
After a few moments, Tinny tried to crawl closer, dragging himself inch by inch toward her. He didn’t give up. Even though hurt and scared, he still believed his mother would come back for him. The scene was heartbreaking—this tiny baby monkey, full of trust and pain, hoping for love that had momentarily faded but not yet gone forever.
