The baby monkey clung desperately to his mother’s side, his tiny hands shaking as hunger twisted inside his small body. His cries were sharp and piercing, cutting through the quiet air like a plea that could not be ignored. He tried again and again to reach her, searching for milk, searching for comfort, searching for the love he believed would always be there.
But his mother turned away.
Confused and frightened, the baby stumbled back, his eyes wide with disbelief. He didn’t understand rejection. All he knew was the aching need in his belly and the emptiness growing in his heart. His cries grew louder, filled with pain, fear, and desperation. Each scream carried a single message—please, don’t leave me like this.
The ground beneath him felt cold. He sat alone, rocking his tiny body as tears streamed down his soft face. He remembered the warmth of her embrace, the gentle moments when feeding made the world feel safe. Now, that warmth was gone, replaced by silence and distance. His small chest heaved as his cries echoed, unanswered.
Watching from nearby, the world felt cruel to such a fragile soul. The baby monkey reached out once more, crawling toward her, hoping she would change her mind. His voice cracked, exhaustion slowly stealing his strength. Hunger and heartbreak mixed together, making his cries weaker but no less painful.
At last, his screams faded into soft whimpers. Curled into himself, he waited, still hoping. Even in rejection, his love remained pure. His cries were not anger—they were trust, dependence, and a deep longing for care.
