A tiny, trembling newborn monkey wandered slowly through the forest floor, eyes barely open, legs still weak — calling out in soft, desperate cries for a mother who would never return.
She was gone.
He didn’t understand why, only that her scent had faded, and her warmth was missing. His little voice rose again and again, not in anger, but in sorrow — a helpless plea to anyone who might hear: “Please… someone help me.”
Other monkeys glanced his way, but none stepped in. In the wild, survival is brutal, and orphans are often left behind. But this baby, so fresh to life, didn’t know that yet. He still believed someone might come.
He looked up at every sound, crawled toward every shadow, hoping to find arms like his mother’s… but found only silence.
