The poor mother monkey sat quietly on the branch, her eyes sharp and filled with tension. Around her, the troop played freely, but her attention was fixed on her tiny newborn who clung weakly to her chest. The baby monkey, small and fragile, tried to nurse, but the mother pushed it away again and again, showing frustration and confusion. It seemed as though she did not accept her own baby. Perhaps the stress, hunger, or exhaustion had made her spirit unstable.
As time passed, the baby cried softly, trying to reach her mother’s warm fur. But instead of comfort, the mother showed rejection. She bit lightly at the baby’s arm, then stronger, as if warning it to stay away. The troop members watched, some coming close to see what was happening. Then, in a heartbreaking moment, the poor mother suddenly grabbed the tiny baby and tossed it aside onto the ground. The baby fell, landing in the dry leaves, its body trembling from shock and pain.
The mother turned away, breathing heavily, almost as if she regretted what she had done. Yet she didn’t go back. The baby monkey whimpered weakly, still hoping that its mother would return, still trusting the one who had just rejected it. Moments like this remind us of how fragile life can be in the wild, where even a mother’s love can be broken by fear, stress, and survival instincts.
As the sun slowly set, the baby monkey lay there helplessly, waiting, crying softly into the evening air. The jungle grew quiet, and the mother sat apart—lonely, troubled, and distant—her heart perhaps full of confusion and sadness she could not show.
