In the quiet corner of the yard, baby Lily sat with her tiny arms hugging her knees, her eyes wide and glassy with confusion. She was just a few weeks old—so small, so innocent, and still learning the meaning of comfort and love. But today, her little heart was shattered.
Her mom, Libby, had been acting distant for days, but this morning things took a heartbreaking turn. Lily had crawled close to her, reaching out with a soft squeak for attention, maybe even hoping for a cuddle. But instead of the warm embrace she was used to, Libby shoved her aside roughly.
The tiny baby monkey stumbled backward, her soft body hitting the ground with a small thud. For a moment, she sat there, stunned. Then came the tears—big, silent ones that rolled down her cheeks as she looked up at her mom with hurt eyes, not understanding what she had done wrong.
Libby, perhaps stressed or overwhelmed, didn’t seem to notice. She paced around the area, ignoring her baby’s cries, focused on something far away.
Lily, now too scared to try again, quietly crawled to a corner by herself. She looked so small, so fragile, curled up in the grass with her head resting on her knees.
Eventually, a caretaker noticed her and rushed over. Gently scooping Lily into a warm towel, they whispered soft words and cuddled her tightly. Lily responded with a tiny whimper, snuggling into the warmth. She finally felt safe again, if only for a little while.
No baby should ever feel unloved—but even in pain, Lily’s gentle soul shines. One day, she’ll know what real love feels like. Until then, she has the kindness of humans to help heal her tender heart.
