The morning sun rose slowly over the temple grounds, but the warmth that touched the stones did not reach the tiny baby monkey’s heart. Today was another sad day — a day of un-warming moments when the baby tried and failed again to get milk from its mother. The little one clung weakly to her belly, eyes full of confusion and quiet sorrow, pressing its lips near the mother’s chest, hoping for even a drop of milk. But the mother turned away, distracted, cold, and restless.
Each time the baby reached out, the mother pushed it aside, her hands rough, her heart distant. The baby made small crying sounds — not loud, but filled with pain. Those cries echoed softly in the air, mixing with the hum of cicadas and the rustle of leaves above. The baby’s body trembled from hunger and fear, still believing that maybe, just maybe, mom would change her mind and care for her child again.
But no comfort came. The mother climbed higher, leaving the little one to follow on shaky legs. The baby slipped, stumbled, and sat alone, tiny chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Her fur looked thin and dusty, her eyes wide with tears that never quite fell.
It was heartbreaking to watch — this small creature, desperate for warmth and love, finding only rejection. Nature can be cruel, and in the world of monkeys, sometimes mothers push their babies away when weak or sick. Still, hope lingered in the baby’s gaze. She stayed close, waiting, believing in her mother’s heart. The sadness of this scene will stay forever — a reminder that even among wild creatures, love can sometimes fade before the sun truly sets.
