Poor baby Farrah cried so loud today, her tiny body trembling in fear and hunger. Her mother, Funa, once so gentle and protective, has now turned strict and distant. The weaning time has come, and Funa no longer allows Farrah to drink milk. Every time Farrah tries to reach for her mother’s chest, hoping for just a drop of comfort, Funa pushes her away sharply, even biting her little arms to make her stop. The scene is truly heartbreaking — a small baby begging for care while the mother teaches her the hard lesson of independence.
Farrah doesn’t understand why the warmth she used to find is now gone. She crawls around, searching for milk, calling softly, but only meets her mother’s cold reaction. Her cries fill the forest air, echoing with pure sadness. Funa watches but doesn’t come near, believing this is the way her baby must grow stronger. Still, the pain in Farrah’s eyes could melt anyone’s heart. She clings to a tree root, shaking, her stomach empty and her heart broken.
Other monkeys glance at her but keep their distance. No one interferes with a mother’s teaching, even if it looks cruel. Farrah’s tears keep falling, her little lips trembling as she tries to nibble on leaves or dirt to ease her hunger. The sun sets slowly, wrapping the forest in golden sadness.
Even though Funa’s actions seem harsh, deep inside, she still loves her baby. She just knows it’s time to make Farrah strong enough to live on her own. But tonight, Farrah’s crying voice remains the saddest sound in the jungle — a sound of heartbreak, hunger, and a baby’s lost comfort.
