Deep in the dense forest, a small group of yellow-furred baby monkeys lived peacefully, their bright coats shining like sunlight through the trees. Among them was a tiny one named Lomi, the smallest and most gentle of all. Lomi loved to play, climb trees, and swing on low branches with innocent joy. But life in the forest was not always kind to little ones like her.
Every day, as the troop gathered to search for food, the older and stronger monkeys would push Lomi aside. They snatched her fruits, pulled her tail, and sometimes even slapped her for no reason. Lomi tried to hide behind her mother, but the bullies were relentless. Her big round eyes often filled with tears as she crouched silently, watching the others eat while she went hungry. Still, she never fought back — her timid heart only wished for peace.
Her mother tried to protect her, but survival in the wild was harsh. The dominant monkeys ruled the troop, and no one dared challenge them. Lomi learned to live quietly, sneaking bites of fruit when no one looked, and finding comfort in the shadows of the tall trees. Yet, even in her sadness, her spirit remained gentle and pure.
Sometimes, when the sun dipped below the horizon, Lomi would sit alone on a branch, gazing at the golden sky. Though bullied and small, she still dreamed of a day when she could play freely without fear. Her life was difficult, but her heart never lost its kindness. The little yellow monkey’s quiet courage became a silent symbol of hope — proof that even the smallest soul can endure cruelty with grace and an unbroken will to survive.
