The forest was quiet in the early morning, except for one heartbreaking sound — the sharp, piercing cries of a newborn baby monkey. She was tiny, fragile, and curled tightly against her mother, her little body trembling in pain.
The mother monkey had found a wound at the base of her baby’s tail. It was small but deep, likely caused during the birth or from a sharp stick in the nest. And as any loving mother would, she began gently cleaning it — but for the newborn, the pain was too much.
The baby’s high-pitched screams echoed through the trees. She squirmed and kicked with her soft, wrinkled legs, not understanding that the painful touch was actually helping her heal. Her mom held her firmly, licking the wound again and again with love and patience.
Nearby monkeys turned to look, some curious, some concerned. It was hard for anyone to ignore the helpless cries of such a tiny life.
Though it hurt, the mother never stopped. She knew the importance of cleaning the wound — even if it meant hearing her baby’s painful sobs. Her eyes showed deep care, full of instinct and sorrow. She made low cooing sounds, trying to comfort her baby between each lick.
After several long minutes, the baby’s cries slowly faded to soft whimpers. Her tiny arms wrapped weakly around her mother’s chest, exhausted from crying. The worst was over.
The wound was clean, and though still painful, it would now begin to heal.
This moment, though sad, was full of raw love — a mother doing everything she could to protect her newborn. In the wild, every small act of care is a fight for survival.
