Deep inside the quiet jungle, a painful cry echoed through the trees — it was little Leo. His tiny voice was weak and trembling, each sound filled with sadness and exhaustion. He tried to lift himself from the ground, but his small body shook, too weak to stand. His face showed both pain and fear, and his cries touched the heart of anyone who heard them.
Leo’s mother rushed close, her eyes full of worry. She gently touched him, trying to comfort her little one. Every movement she made showed love and protection. She sniffed his fur softly, as if asking, “What’s wrong, my baby?” But Leo could only answer with a faint whimper. His body had no strength, and his tears fell quietly onto the dry ground.
The forest seemed to pause — even the birds stopped singing. The emotional moment between mother and child filled the air with silent sorrow. Leo’s mother tried to lift him with gentle nudges, hoping he would stand again, but his legs gave out. She stayed by his side, never leaving him alone for a second.
Though Leo was hurt and weak, his mother’s love surrounded him like a shield. She kept him close, warming his tiny body with hers. Her soft, worried eyes showed one thing: no matter how hard the pain was, she would never give up on her baby. The jungle witnessed a mother’s true love — strong, pure, and endlessly patient.
