Under the warm afternoon sun, mama Casi sat quietly, her eyes filled with both love and exhaustion. Her tiny twins, Cavin and Celine, clung to her body, crying softly for milk. Casi tried her best to comfort them, pulling them close one by one. But she was weak—her body tired, her stomach empty, and her milk seemed to be running out.
Cavin latched first, hungry and desperate, while Celine waited patiently but began to whimper as her turn came too late. Casi tried to switch between them, hoping each would get enough to fill their little bellies. Her face showed worry and pain; she wanted nothing more than to see both her babies satisfied and calm.
Every few moments, she looked around for food—any fruit, leaf, or bit of nourishment to help her body recover. But nature offered little. Still, Casi never gave up. She groomed her babies gently, as if to say, “Mama loves you, even when I’m tired.”
The twins continued to nuzzle against her, their tiny fingers clutching her fur tightly. Despite her weakness, Casi wrapped her arms around them, keeping them warm and safe. The love in her eyes was deeper than words could express.
Though hungry, exhausted, and struggling, Casi’s heart remained strong. A mother’s love like hers can endure hunger, pain, and sleepless nights—because her two little lives, Cavin and Celine, mean everything to her.
In the silence of the forest, Casi whispered through her tired breath, a promise only mothers understand: “I’ll keep trying… no matter how hard it gets.”
