Baby LEO was always a bright-eyed, playful little monkey, full of life and curiosity. But lately, things had changed. His mom, Libby, once gentle and loving, had become distant and often harsh with him. She would scold him for no reason and push him away when all he wanted was a warm hug.
That morning, LEO sat quietly under a tree, holding onto a tiny leaf. His eyes were heavy with sadness, and his usual energy was gone. He had tried to cuddle up to Mom, but she turned her back, busy grooming herself and ignoring his gentle cries.
Feeling rejected, LEO curled up on the ground, his tiny body trembling with confusion. He didn’t understand why Mom was upset or why she wasn’t showing the love she used to. Every little push or sharp look from her made his heart ache more. Even when he tried to please her by sitting quietly or bringing her little leaves, she barely noticed.
The other monkeys watched from a distance. Some of the older ones even came closer, offering LEO a little affection—one gave him a piece of fruit, another sat beside him quietly. It helped, but it wasn’t the same. All LEO really wanted was his mom’s love.
As the sun began to set, LEO made one last try. He crawled slowly toward Mom, his big eyes filled with hope. For a moment, Libby looked at him—just a glimpse. She sighed and gently touched his head. It wasn’t much, but it was something. And for LEO, even the smallest act of love felt like a warm sunrise after a long, cold night.
