In the heart of the wild jungle, the cries of a tiny baby monkey echoed through the trees. His name was Leo—a newborn, still small and weak, but with a voice full of emotion. On this day, little Leo was not crying from hunger alone. He was crying out of frustration, confusion, and sadness. His small face was scrunched up in anger, and his eyes, filled with tears, searched for comfort that never came.
Leo had been born just days ago. His fur was still soft and thin, and his movements were clumsy. All he wanted was the warm embrace of his mother and the comfort of her milk. But his mother, Libby, was distant and cold. Instead of holding Leo close and feeding him with care, she often pushed him away or ignored his cries. Sometimes, she even scolded him with sharp grunts or moved away when he tried to climb into her arms.
That morning, Leo was especially upset. His tiny stomach rumbled with hunger, and the early jungle air felt cold on his little body. He cried out loudly, reaching up toward his mother with trembling arms. But Libby didn’t respond. She simply sat on a branch, grooming herself, barely glancing in his direction. The rejection was more than Leo could take.
He began yelling—his baby cries loud, sharp, and full of hurt. His face was red with frustration, and small tears formed at the corners of his eyes. He stomped his little feet on the ground and waved his arms, desperate to be noticed. It was as if he was shouting, “Why won’t you love me? Why won’t you feed me?”
The other monkeys in the troop glanced over, but no one interfered. This was a common story in the wild—some mothers simply failed to bond with their babies, and the little ones were left to suffer in silence. But Leo wasn’t quiet. His spirit was strong, and his emotions were clear. He was angry—not because he was bad, but because he didn’t understand why the one who should love him most was turning her back on him.
Throughout the day, Leo continued trying. He crawled toward Libby again and again, his cries breaking the stillness of the forest. At times, he managed to grab onto her leg, only to be shaken off or ignored. His voice grew hoarse, and his tiny body trembled from both exhaustion and heartbreak.
By evening, Leo was worn out. He curled into a small ball under a low branch, his face wet from tears, his belly still empty. The jungle sounds faded into the night, but Leo’s sadness remained heavy. He didn’t ask for much—just warmth, milk, and love from his mother.
His cries might not change her, but they echoed a powerful truth: even the smallest baby feels pain when love is missing. Leo, full of anger and tears, was only asking for what every newborn deserves—a mother’s care
