Tiny baby monkey Lily was full of joy this morning, following closely behind her mother, Libby, hoping for a warm cuddle or maybe a bit of comfort milk. But something wasn’t right today—Libby seemed moody and restless. As Lily reached up to hug her, Libby turned suddenly and pushed her aside with a sharp gesture.
Lily tumbled backward into the dry grass, stunned and heartbroken. She didn’t understand why her loving mom would reject her so suddenly. Her tiny hands rubbed her eyes, but the tears kept falling. She sat still for a moment, confused, then let out a heartbreaking cry—loud, desperate, and filled with sadness.
Nearby, other monkeys glanced over, but no one came to comfort her. Libby paced in the background, glancing at Lily but making no move toward her. Maybe she was stressed. Maybe something had triggered her. But Lily didn’t know—she just wanted her mom.
With her tiny chest rising and falling from the sobs, Lily stood up and slowly walked toward a nearby log. She curled up beside it, still crying, her voice softer now, like she was giving up hope.
Then, something shifted. Libby turned back. She stared at Lily for a long moment. Maybe she remembered the bond they shared. Maybe the sound of her baby’s cries pierced through her frustration.
Libby slowly walked toward Lily. Not with open arms—but not with anger either. She sat beside her daughter quietly. Lily looked up with teary eyes, still unsure. But then she leaned in… just enough to rest her head on Libby’s side.
No words. No cuddles. But a quiet truce between a tired mom and her heartbroken baby.
In that moment, Lily found a little peace.
