The gentle forest echoed with heartbreaking cries as little macaque baby Million clung desperately to his mother macaque Daniela. His tiny body trembled, his voice raw from constant wailing, yet Daniela turned a cold shoulder. Million’s hunger had gnawed at him since sunrise, and the absence of milk left him weak and desperate. His pleading eyes followed Daniela’s every move, but she only pushed him away whenever he tried to reach for comfort.
Million staggered behind her on unsteady legs, stumbling on twigs as tears streaked his soft little cheeks. The forest, usually a playground of warmth and safety, felt cruel today. Daniela seemed determined to ignore his suffering, grooming herself while her baby sobbed at her feet. Each attempt to latch on was met with a sharp shove or a warning nip, and Million would fall back with a small whimper, only to try again moments later. The cycle of hope and rejection repeated endlessly, carving pain into his fragile heart.
Nearby, other young monkeys played cheerfully under the sun, while Million crouched alone, hugging his thin belly as it growled. Daniela finally climbed a high branch, leaving him stranded below, his cries echoing louder than ever. The emotional distance felt like torture to the starving baby who only wanted warmth and milk. His cries rose into a chorus of grief, echoing through the trees, a tiny soul begging for love that would not come.
As dusk began to paint the forest gold, Million curled beneath a bush, his sobs fading to weak hiccups. Daniela remained aloof above him, silent and unmoved. The day closed with the most sorrowful sound—a hungry baby crying for the mother who refused to care, his spirit trembling under the weight of neglect.
