In the quiet corner of the forest, a tiny baby monkey cried out again and again, “No milk! No milk!” The words weren’t real, but the sound of her desperate squeaks told the same painful story. Her small belly was empty, her little lips trembling as she reached for her mother’s chest, hoping for even a drop of milk to ease her hunger. But her mother, tired and restless, pushed her away with cold indifference. The sight was heartbreaking — a helpless newborn begging for love and nourishment, yet receiving only rejection.
The baby’s eyes, wide with confusion, followed her mother wherever she went. She didn’t understand why the warmth that once protected her had now turned distant. Each time she reached for milk, her mother would move away or gently shove her tiny hands aside. The rejection wasn’t violent, but it was cruel in its quietness. The baby’s cries grew softer, not because she stopped needing milk, but because exhaustion was taking over.
Nearby, other mothers nursed their babies, wrapping them with care and affection. Those babies cooed softly, full and content, while this poor little one sat alone, pressing her face to the ground, too weak to stand. Her cries faded into small whimpers, echoing through the trees like a sad lullaby that no one wanted to hear. The world around her continued — leaves rustled, birds sang — but her pain remained unnoticed.
The mother, Alika, seemed troubled, unsure or unwilling to care. Perhaps she was stressed, hungry, or too weak herself. In nature, such scenes happen too often, but it never becomes easier to witness. The bond between a mother and her baby should be sacred — built on warmth, protection, and love. Yet here, that bond was breaking, replaced by silence and suffering.
The baby tried one last time to crawl toward her mother, reaching out her tiny hands, but again — no milk. Her eyes glistened with tears as she pressed her face against her mother’s fur, seeking even a moment of comfort. For a brief second, Alika looked down at her baby, but then turned away once more. The forest fell quiet.
A simple act of feeding could have meant life, love, and hope — but for this little one, all that remained were echoes of rejection and a silent cry for a mother’s care.
