The forest wakes gently each morning, but for baby Daniela, dawn brings fear instead of comfort. She is small, fragile, and still learning how to hold onto branches with trembling hands. Her eyes search constantly for warmth, for kindness, for a sign that life can be gentle. Yet every day, that hope is shaken by Dee Dee’s cruel behavior.
Dee Dee should have been Daniela’s protector. Instead, she becomes the storm that never ends. With sharp movements and angry cries, Dee Dee pushes, bites, and drags Daniela as if the tiny body were nothing. Daniela’s soft cries echo through the trees, unanswered, while other monkeys look on in silence, too afraid or too confused to intervene. Each moment feels like a test of survival for a baby who should only know milk, rest, and love.
Daniela tries to endure. She clings to roots, curls into herself, and waits for the pain to stop. Sometimes she stares at the sky, as if asking a quiet question: How can I live like this? Her heart beats fast, yet it keeps beating, stubborn and brave. Even in suffering, Daniela shows a will stronger than her size.
What makes Dee Dee so nasty? Is it anger, jealousy, or a broken instinct? No one truly knows. But what is clear is the damage left behind—tiny wounds on Daniela’s body and deeper wounds in her trust. Childhood should not be a battlefield.
Still, hope survives in small ways. A pause in the torment. A moment of warmth from sunlight. A gentle sound from another monkey nearby. Daniela holds onto these moments like treasures. Her story shocks the heart, but it also reminds us how desperately every baby needs care, patience, and love to survive.
