It was a heartbreaking morning in the monkey troop. The tiny baby, just a few weeks old, was trembling and crying endlessly under his mother’s angry gaze. His small body shivered as his weak voice echoed through the trees, calling again and again for milk and comfort. But the mother, full of frustration and irritation, turned away coldly. She pushed the baby aside harshly, showing no care for his desperate cries. The poor little one clung to her legs, begging silently for warmth, but she refused to nurse him.
The other monkeys watched from nearby, confused and worried. Some mothers held their own babies tighter, as if to protect them from such cruelty. The baby’s tiny hands trembled, reaching again for his mother’s belly, but she hit him away roughly. His cry grew softer, weaker, almost like a whisper of pain that no one could stop. He rolled on the dusty ground, looking helpless, his eyes filled with tears.
Mom’s anger seemed endless. She fought with others, showing her bad temper, while her baby sat alone, crying mercifully under the tree. The scene was painful to see — a bond that should have been love and care had turned into rejection and coldness. Even when the baby crawled closer again, hoping she had calmed down, the mother just ignored him.
At last, the tiny baby curled up quietly, his cries fading into silence. Nature can be cruel sometimes, especially when a mother’s heart hardens against her own child. The troop slowly moved on, leaving behind that sad little figure who still hoped for love — love that never came from the one he trusted most.
