In a quiet corner of the forest, where the sunlight filters gently through the lush green canopy, oldie monkey Jade sat with her new baby cradled close. The baby, small and delicate, was reaching hungrily for her mother’s milk, hoping for comfort and nourishment. Yet Jade was already tired, her body aged and weary. Nursing was becoming a challenge that left her restless.
With each eager suckle, Jade shifted uneasily, feeling the strain of feeding. She loved her baby and had always been a caring mother, but the long years had caught up to her. Instinctively, she gave a tiny, warning nip — just a gentle bite to discourage the baby. It wasn’t meant to hurt, only to say, “That’s enough for now, my little one.” Startled, the baby pulled back and squeaked in surprise, tiny hands gripping Jade’s fur as if pleading for more.
Jade’s eyes were tired, yet still held warmth. Motherhood had been her life for so long, but every stage brought new struggles. Nursing was a tender part of that bond, but her aching body sometimes needed to rest. After all, she was not as strong as she once was. The baby glanced up at her, eyes wide, as if wondering what had gone wrong.
A few moments later, with a softer embrace, Jade tucked her baby close against her chest. Even though she had stopped the feeding for a while, she wrapped her arms around the tiny body in a protective cuddle. Nursing could wait. For now, she hoped the comfort of her touch and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat would soothe her baby to sleep.
Though old and tired, Jade never stopped caring. She might bite gently to pause nurse time, but her heart was forever devoted to her baby.
