In the heart of the ancient temple ruins, a mother monkey holds her newborn close, refusing to let go even for a moment. Since the baby’s birth, she has carried it everywhere — on her chest, her back, even while she eats or climbs. The mother’s eyes dart constantly around, filled with both love and fear. She knows too well how dangerous the world can be for a tiny newborn.
Not long ago, she witnessed the tragedy of another mother whose baby was taken away by stronger monkeys in the troop. The painful cries of that little one still echo in her memory. From that moment, she swore that no harm would ever come to her own baby. Every sound, every shadow makes her tighten her grip, protecting her fragile child with all the strength in her small body.
Sometimes, her fear seems to exhaust her. She barely rests, always alert and watchful. The baby, though small and unaware of the danger, feels safest when nestled in her arms. The warmth of her body and the rhythm of her heartbeat are its only world.
Other monkeys may tease her for being too cautious, but this mother’s heart beats with powerful instinct. To her, love means sacrifice. To her, fear is not weakness — it is devotion. In every step, every breath, she carries not just her baby, but the unspoken promise of a mother’s endless protection.
No matter how rough the path or high the tree, she will never let go.
