The morning began with a quiet breeze, but soon turned into a heartbreaking scene that no one could ignore. A tiny hybrid newborn monkey, only a few days old, clung helplessly to his mother’s belly. His little cries filled the air — high-pitched, desperate, and full of fear. Sadly, his mother seemed distant and cold, showing none of the warmth or care that a newborn so desperately needs.
The hybrid baby, with his soft fur and delicate body, tried again and again to reach for milk. He pressed his mouth against his mother’s chest, but she kept pushing him away. Her eyes looked uncertain, almost as if she didn’t recognize him. Sometimes, in mixed-species births, mothers grow confused — the scent and appearance of the baby feel unfamiliar, and their natural bond weakens. For this tiny one, that confusion became pure heartbreak.
As he cried louder, hoping she would finally allow him to nurse, the mother suddenly grabbed him roughly by one arm and began to drag him across the ground. The baby’s cries turned into piercing screams that echoed through the enclosure. His small body twisted as he tried to resist, his tail shaking, his eyes wide with pain and confusion. He didn’t understand why the one who should love him most was being so cruel.
Nearby monkeys watched the scene but didn’t intervene. Some juveniles peeked curiously, while others turned away, sensing the sadness of what was happening. The hybrid baby was left in tears, crawling weakly back toward his mother, still begging for love. But she only looked down, sniffed him once, and moved away again, leaving him shivering on the cold ground.
A caretaker watching from afar couldn’t help but feel sorrow. The baby’s cries continued for minutes, echoing through the air — the sound of a broken heart too small to understand rejection. Nature can be tender, but it can also be brutally unfair, especially to hybrid babies who are caught between two worlds.
As the day faded, the little one curled up alone in a corner, exhausted from crying. His tiny chest still rose and fell with uneven breaths, but his eyes slowly closed, clinging to the faint hope that maybe, just maybe, his mother would love him tomorrow.
