Little Buster’s soft body trembled in fear as his tiny cries echoed through the warm afternoon air. His voice was weak but full of panic — a helpless sound that reached deep into anyone’s heart who heard it. The poor baby monkey clung tightly to the ground, shaking and looking up at his mother, who seemed upset and confused. Mom’s eyes flashed with irritation as she turned her head away, her tail twitching restlessly. Something had clearly angered her, and sadly, little Buster became the target of her frustration.
Buster only wanted comfort — a simple hug, a little milk, a moment of calm. But instead, he faced rejection. Each time he tried to reach for his mother, she pushed him away, making his cries grow even louder. The heartbreaking scene drew attention from nearby monkeys, who watched silently, unsure whether to help or stay away. The sound of Buster’s terrified sobs filled the air, echoing off the trees like a sorrowful song of desperation.
His mother, though angry, seemed torn. She glanced back at her crying baby several times, her expression softening for just a moment before hardening again. Perhaps she was disciplining him, or maybe she was overwhelmed by stress — but little Buster couldn’t understand any of that. All he knew was fear. His eyes were wet, his chest heaving from endless sobbing, hoping she would forgive him and let him back into her arms.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the mother turned back, slowly approaching her trembling child. With a small, hesitant motion, she allowed him to cling to her chest again. The crying faded to tiny whimpers as Buster finally found warmth and safety — a fragile peace after so much fear.
