Title: Deep Pity on Leo – Small Baby Got Real Hurt by Mom Libby Till Yelling Loud
Deep in the lush, tangled forest, where the trees whisper ancient stories and the birds sing their daily songs, a heartbreaking scene unfolded among the wild monkey troop. A tiny baby monkey named Leo, barely a few months old, sat curled at the base of a tree, crying out with sharp, painful yells that pierced through the jungle air. His small voice echoed in desperation, and every cry carried a deep sorrow and confusion that no baby should ever feel.
Leo’s little body trembled, not just from the pain but also from the fear. His mother, Libby, had been unusually aggressive. Once a strong and respected female in the troop, Libby had grown impatient and cold since giving birth to Leo. While other monkey mothers embraced their young with warmth and affection, Libby often pushed Leo away, swatted at him, or left him behind when the troop moved.
That morning had been especially cruel.
Leo, hungry and longing for comfort, had tried to crawl toward his mother to nurse. Instead of offering him milk, Libby screamed loudly, grabbed him roughly by the arm, and flung him to the side. The thud as his small body hit the hard ground was followed by a high-pitched cry that startled even the birds in the trees above. The other monkeys glanced over briefly but quickly returned to their own affairs. In the wild, life is harsh, and not every mother gives love.
The pain in Leo’s tiny leg was sharp, and he couldn’t move it properly. It appeared injured, maybe bruised or even worse. But worse than the physical hurt was the emotional one. He didn’t understand why his mother didn’t want him, why she seemed angry every time he came close. All he wanted was her warmth, her milk, and her love.
His cries continued for a while, softening into sobs as he lay there, eyes wide and glistening with tears. From a distance, a few older females watched with a flicker of concern, but none dared challenge Libby’s dominance. They knew how defensive she could be, even when she was clearly in the wrong.
A light rain began to fall, soaking Leo’s soft fur as he remained motionless. His little fingers clutched at the wet leaves, seeking comfort in the earth since he couldn’t find it in his mother. The jungle, so full of life, suddenly felt so empty for this tiny soul.
There’s deep pity for Leo in moments like these — a small baby who did nothing wrong, who only wished for love, yet was met with rejection and harm. His cries are a silent plea for kindness, a reminder that even in the wild, hearts can break.
As the day faded into night, Leo’s future remained uncertain. But in the quiet shadows of the trees, the forest itself seemed to mourn with him, holding his pain in its roots and winds.
