Poor little Lily sat under the old tree, her tiny arms wrapped tightly around her knees. The morning sun shone softly through the leaves, but the light brought her no warmth. Her eyes were wet and red, her chest heaving with quiet sobs. Poor Lily really so cried—she could not understand why her mother, Libby, had walked away and left her all alone.
Just moments ago, Lily had tried to follow Mom Libby everywhere she went, clinging to her fur and calling softly. But Libby seemed distant, her eyes cold and her body turning away each time Lily reached out. Maybe Libby was tired, or maybe she wanted her baby to grow stronger on her own. Still, for the little one, it felt like the world had suddenly lost all love.
Lily tried to move closer again, hoping her mother would notice her trembling. But Libby only glanced back once before leaping away, disappearing into the tall grass with the troop. The sound of rustling leaves was the last thing Lily heard before silence took over. Her cries grew louder, echoing in the quiet forest.
She sat there for hours, hoping Mom Libby would return. Her little heart beat fast, filled with fear and confusion. Every shadow made her flinch, every breeze felt colder without her mother’s warmth. Finally, Lily lay down, her tiny body shivering, her eyes slowly closing from exhaustion.
It was a heartbreaking sight—such a small baby left behind, her tears drying on her face. Maybe one day Mom Libby would come back and hold her again. But for now, Lily remained there, alone in the wide forest, still waiting for her mother’s gentle touch.
