A heartbreaking cry echoed through the trees — a newborn baby monkey had just slipped and fallen to the ground. Tiny, fragile, and completely helpless, the little one let out piercing screams, calling for the one it trusted most: its mother.
The fall wasn’t far, but for a newborn with no strength and no control, it felt like a disaster. Its tiny limbs shook. Its eyes searched wildly in every direction. There was no comfort, only pain and confusion.
Where was she?
He cried again, louder this time — a sound so raw and desperate, it made even nearby monkeys pause. The baby didn’t want anything except to be back in his mother’s arms, to feel her warmth and safety once more.
And then, through the rustling branches, she came — rushing toward him with panic in her eyes.
She scooped him up, checked him carefully, then pulled him close to her chest. His cries softened. He buried his face in her fur. He was still trembling… but no longer alone.
