The forest was quiet, filled only with the rustle of leaves and the soft hum of insects. In the middle of a narrow path sat a tiny baby monkey — trembling, confused, and crying softly. Her name was Lila. For days, she had lived happily with her owner, sleeping in warm arms, drinking milk, and feeling safe. But today… everything had changed.
That morning, her owner had carried her into the forest. She thought they were going to play, like always. She clung to his shoulder, chirping softly, her tail wrapping around his arm. But when he stopped and gently placed her on the ground, something in his eyes looked different — sad, distant.
He whispered, “I’m sorry, little one… you have to stay here.” And before Lila could understand, he turned and walked away.
Her small hands reached out desperately. “Eee! Eee! EEEE!” she screamed, running after him. But the ground was uneven, the roots tangled around her tiny feet. She tripped and fell, her cries echoing through the trees. When she looked up again… he was gone.
The forest suddenly felt enormous — shadows, strange sounds, and the smell of wild earth everywhere. Lila crawled to a fallen log, curling into a trembling ball. Her tears soaked into her fur as she whimpered softly, calling for the one she loved.
Hours passed. The sun dipped behind the trees. She was alone — hungry, cold, and scared.
But nature has its small mercies. A mother monkey from a nearby troop heard her cries and approached gently. The baby peeked up through her tears — frightened, but curious.
The mother touched her softly, pulling her close.
And though her world had fallen apart, that night… she wasn’t completely alone anymore.
