Title: So Painful – Lucie Asks for Milk but Mom Blocks with Strong Mistreating Till Hurt
In the heart of the wild jungle, where thick trees shade the forest floor and soft bird calls echo above, a young baby monkey named Lucie begins her day in tears. She is small, still fragile, and not yet ready to face the harsh reality of weaning. But her mother, for reasons unknown, has become impatient and rough, no longer offering the comfort that Lucie so desperately seeks.
Lucie wakes curled tightly against her mother’s chest, instinctively reaching for milk. It’s the only thing she knows that brings her comfort—warmth, safety, and love. But instead of gently accepting the gesture, her mother quickly swats Lucie’s tiny hands away. The rejection is sharp, and Lucie whimpers in confusion.
Still hungry, she tries again, this time with a soft cry, looking up at her mother with pleading eyes. But the response is worse than before—her mother turns her body, shoves Lucie with her legs, and lets out a harsh grunt. The small baby tumbles backward onto the ground. It isn’t just refusal—it’s forceful, cold, and painful.
Throughout the morning, Lucie keeps trying, crawling back to her mother with each ounce of hope left in her tired body. Each time she reaches to nurse, she is pushed away harder. Her little cries grow louder, echoing through the branches, as her strength begins to fade. The more she begs, the rougher her mother becomes.
At one point, her mother grips her arm and yanks her aside, causing Lucie to let out a sharp squeal. The other monkeys glance over, momentarily distracted from their grooming and foraging, but none intervene. In the wild, these moments are all too common. A mother weaning her baby is natural—but for Lucie, this isn’t just weaning. It’s mistreatment.
With each hour, Lucie becomes weaker. Her cries turn to whimpers, her small body trembling as she curls up alone near the base of a tree. Her eyes are watery, her mouth dry, and her tiny stomach aches from hunger. She tries chewing a leaf but spits it out—it’s bitter and unfit for her tiny teeth.
Even in her exhaustion, she watches her mother from a distance, still longing for closeness. The mother glances over now and then, but never returns. When Lucie crawls back once more, the reaction is the same—another shove, another cry, and another heartbreak.
By sunset, the forest begins to quiet, but Lucie’s pain has not. She lies curled in the crook of a root, her face pressed against her arm, breathing softly but still alive. Her body carries small bruises from the day’s rough treatment, and her spirit is low, but not yet gone.
This is Lucie’s struggle—too young to survive alone, yet pushed away by the one she loves most. Her cries may go unanswered, and her pain unseen, but her fight for love, warmth, and survival continues, one heartbreaking moment at a time.
