In the quiet corner of the troop’s forest home, tension suddenly rose as Brotus Jr let out a sharp wail. His small body trembled in what looked like a seizure of panic and fear, his tiny arms flailing helplessly. Beside him, his little friend Donnie watched with wide, worried eyes, his heart pounding fast. It all began when their mother, Jill, stormed over with fierce steps. Instead of comforting her son, she scolded him harshly, tugging at his arms and pushing him away.
Brotus Jr had only wanted a gentle touch, a sign of love. But Jill’s cold behavior crushed his fragile heart. The troop grew silent, sensing the heavy air. Brotus Jr’s cries turned into desperate screeches, his small frame shaking so hard it seemed like his body could barely handle it. Donnie, confused and terrified, crept closer to try to shield him, but Jill shoved him aside, causing him to tumble painfully onto the hard ground. Donnie whimpered softly, hurt not just on the outside but deep inside too, because he had tried to protect his friend and failed.
Jill walked away, her tail flicking as if nothing mattered. The other monkeys exchanged uneasy glances but no one dared intervene. Brotus Jr lay curled, gasping between sobs, his eyes searching for comfort that would not come. Donnie limped to his side, gently wrapping his small arms around him, trying to give what Jill would not give—warmth and care.
It was a heartbreaking scene, the kind that etched pain into their young minds. One cruel moment from a mother had broken the spirit of two innocent babies. All they wanted was love, yet all they received was hurt, leaving their tiny hearts aching in silence.
