The peaceful jungle morning suddenly turned sorrowful as the cries of a tiny baby monkey echoed among the trees. This innocent little one, barely able to cling tightly, was facing something no baby should ever endure—his own mother’s harsh and furious behavior. She seemed overwhelmed, her face tense and her movements quick and aggressive, as if burdened by unseen stress. The baby, named Million, only wanted warmth and comfort, but instead, he met rejection and maltreatment.
Million tried to reach up to her with tiny trembling hands, his soft squeaks begging for milk and closeness. But the mother roughly pushed him away, her tail lashing, her teeth showing in angry grunts. Each rejection cut deeper into Million’s small heart. He stumbled back, confused, too young to understand why the one who should protect him was acting so madly. His cries became louder, shaking with fear and sadness, as he curled into a ball of trembling fur.
Nearby, other monkeys paused their play, glancing over curiously, but none dared to intervene. Million’s mother continued to scold and shove him, sometimes biting lightly yet firmly, as though she wanted him to stay away. It seemed like she was trying to teach discipline, yet it was far too rough for such a fragile soul.
Eventually, exhausted and heartbroken, Million lay quietly on the ground, his big eyes wet with tears. He still watched his mother hopefully, yearning for even a small sign of love. That hope was the only thing holding his tiny spirit together. The sight of his suffering would break a million hearts—how could a mother be so mad with her own baby? All Million wanted was her gentle touch, not this storm of anger.
