The quiet morning in the troop turned into a heartbreaking scene when everyone realized that old mama Rozy had not returned for her newborn baby. The tiny infant, still weak and trembling, lay alone on the cold ground, softly crying for the warmth and comfort of its mother. Its frail body shivered in the early air, searching for a touch that would never come.
Mama Rozy had given birth only the day before. At first, she had held her newborn close, grooming it gently and trying to nurse it. But her tired body and aging strength soon gave in. Her milk did not flow, and her patience faded with exhaustion. By the time the sun began to set, she had wandered off — leaving the tiny baby behind, still calling out in hunger. The cries grew weaker through the night, echoing a sound of deep pain and fear.
The next morning, the troop moved on with their daily routines, but a few curious members stopped to look at the helpless infant. Some sniffed it softly, others sat nearby as if confused about what to do. No one dared to touch it for long. The newborn tried to crawl toward the group, stretching its tiny hands toward the passing shadows, but it had no strength left.
Mama Rozy never came back. Perhaps her instincts were clouded by age, or maybe she no longer had the will to raise another child in her weakened state. Whatever the reason, her absence left behind a tragic picture — a baby still full of life and innocence, abandoned before it even had a chance to know the world.
As the day went on, the baby’s cries faded to faint whimpers. The wind blew gently through the trees, carrying away the sound of sorrow. Nature can be both beautiful and cruel, and this scene showed that truth in its most painful form.
The tiny newborn, too young to understand why its mother left, still looked around with hope, blinking slowly as if waiting for her shadow to return. But Mama Rozy was gone, and the troop had moved on. It was a silent tragedy — the story of a baby longing for love that would never return, and a mother too lost to give it.
