In the deep green forest, a tiny baby monkey sat alone, his small body shaking with fear. The morning had begun like any other — filled with birdsong and the sound of leaves swaying in the wind — but everything changed when he lost sight of his mother. One moment she was beside him, and the next she had vanished into the thick jungle canopy.
The baby’s cries echoed through the trees, sharp and desperate. He called out again and again, hoping she would answer. His little body trembled so hard that it looked almost like seizures — waves of panic and exhaustion taking over. His fur stood on end, and his eyes were filled with confusion and fear.
Other monkeys in the troop looked down from the branches above, but none came to help. The baby clung to a small vine, crying until his voice grew weak. He tried to move, stumbling awkwardly, calling once more for his mother.
Finally, as the sun began to set, a familiar sound reached his ears — the soft call of his mom. She rushed toward him, wrapping him in her arms. His cries faded into quiet sobs, comforted once again by the warmth and safety of her embrace.
