In the quiet corner of the forest, the heartbreaking cries of newborn Calvin echoed endlessly. His tiny body trembled, his voice weak yet desperate, calling out for warmth and care. The poor baby monkey had been left alone after Casi, overwhelmed and frustrated, walked away in anger. Each soft whimper told a story of hunger and loneliness that could melt even the coldest heart.
Casi, once a loving and gentle mother, had grown exhausted from the constant cries of her newborn. She didn’t understand that little Calvin wasn’t crying out of stubbornness — he was simply hungry and needed the comfort of his mother’s touch. But anger clouded Casi’s heart, and she turned her back, leaving the baby helpless beneath the tree.
Time passed, and Calvin’s voice began to fade. His tiny eyes blinked slowly, still searching for his mother’s face — the one he loved more than anything. Even in pain, he believed she would return. Every newborn’s heart beats with hope, and Calvin’s was no different.
Finally, as dusk painted the sky, Casi’s anger softened. She heard the faint cry of her baby and rushed back. Seeing Calvin trembling broke her spirit. With tears in her eyes, she gently picked him up, holding him close to her chest. The warmth returned, the bond renewed — and in that fragile embrace, both hearts finally found peace again.
