In the quiet corner of the forest, a little monkey sat alone under the tall tree, his tiny hands clutching his empty belly. The sound of birds faded into the distance, leaving behind an aching silence. His eyes, wide and wet with sadness, searched every direction — but no one came.
He hadn’t eaten for a long time. His mother was nowhere to be found, and his weak body trembled in the cool afternoon breeze. Every small rustle of leaves made him hope that someone — maybe his mother — was coming back with food. But each time, it was just the wind.
Hunger and loneliness weighed heavily on his little heart. He curled himself into a small ball, resting his head on his arms as tears slipped down his furry cheeks. Life in the wild was never easy, but for a baby so small, it felt almost impossible.
Then, a tiny bird fluttered nearby, chirping softly as if trying to comfort him. For a moment, the baby monkey lifted his head and watched. He reached out weakly, almost smiling, before lowering his hand again. Even though the bird couldn’t feed him, its presence gave him a spark of hope.
The jungle slowly turned golden as the sun began to set. The lonely baby monkey closed his eyes, whispering softly to himself — maybe tomorrow would be better. Maybe someone would hear his cry. Maybe love would find him again. 💛
