In the quiet morning forest, the sound of tiny cries broke through the rustling leaves. A small baby monkey sat trembling on a low branch, his voice echoing sadly. His mother had begun to wean him, and today she walked away despite his desperate screams. The little one’s soft fur was fluffed from fear and confusion as he reached out for her, hoping she would turn back.
The mother monkey stopped for a moment, looking over her shoulder, her eyes filled with both love and determination. She knew her baby had to learn to survive without her milk, to start foraging and growing strong. Still, the baby’s loud cries tugged at her heart. He didn’t understand why she refused him — he only knew the comfort of her warmth and milk was gone.
Other monkeys in the troop moved about their day, but the little one’s sorrow stood out. After a while, the baby tried to follow his mother, stumbling over roots and vines, still whimpering. When he finally caught up, she let him sit close, though she didn’t feed him. As the forest quieted again, the baby snuggled near her side, finding small comfort just being close to his mom.
