In the peaceful corner of the jungle where the tall trees dance with the wind and the forest sings with life, something is terribly wrong. A deep silence has fallen over one mother monkey, named Million. Just days ago, her world was filled with hope and joy—she had given birth to her very first baby. But that happiness was short-lived. Now, she sits alone, motionless on a low branch, her eyes distant and her arms empty. Her baby is gone.
Million, a young and first-time mother, had been nervous yet gentle when her tiny newborn arrived. She had carried the baby close, grooming it with care, letting it cling to her chest as they moved through the jungle. Her body was tired, but her heart was full. She followed the troop with pride, even as she lagged behind to protect her fragile infant. But the jungle can be harsh, and not all stories end in warmth.
On a rainy morning, after a restless night, Million was seen pacing around a thick cluster of vines, looking panicked. Her baby, who had been nestled against her just the night before, was no longer there. She searched the ground, the branches, and even nearby monkeys—hoping, begging, to see her newborn’s tiny face again. But it was gone. No cries. No movement. Just unbearable silence.
What caused the baby’s disappearance remains a mystery. Perhaps it slipped and fell while she was exhausted, or maybe it was too weak from birth and didn’t make it through the cold night. The jungle has many dangers—predators, illness, and accidents can all take a tiny life in an instant.
Since that day, Million has not been the same. She sits for long hours in the same spot, barely eating, barely moving. Sometimes, she reaches out to hold something that isn’t there, her arms wrapping around empty space where her baby once was. Her face is filled with sadness—a pain too deep for words, but easy to feel in the way she lowers her head and stares at the forest floor.
Other monkeys in the troop pass by, some looking at her with curiosity or sympathy, but no one truly interferes. In the wild, life moves forward, even when a heart is left behind.
Throughout the day, Million quietly moves through the trees, often pausing to sniff at familiar spots where her baby once laid. She lets out low sounds, almost like soft whimpers, as if calling out to something she knows won’t answer. Her body is there, but her spirit feels lost.
As the sun sets and the jungle dims, Million curls into herself on a sturdy branch. No tiny body presses against her chest. No soft breathing to lull her to sleep. Only the haunting memory of what was lost.
This is the story of Million—a mother left with empty arms and a broken heart. A silent grief echoes through the trees, reminding all who pass that even in the wild, a mother’s love never fades, even when her baby is gone.
