In the quiet morning light, the forest seemed peaceful, but for the young mother monkey Sarika, every moment was filled with urgency. Her tiny newborn clung to her chest, still fragile, still learning how to hold on, and Sarika knew she had to keep moving to keep the baby safe. The other monkeys in the troop were scattered around, some curious, some careless, and the slightest disturbance could frighten the newborn. So Sarika made a brave choice—she began jumping from one branch to another, quick and cautious, doing everything she could to shield her baby from danger.
Every leap she made showed both her fear and her strength. The branches were thin, the gaps wide, but Sarika moved with the determination of a mother who would risk anything. Her newborn’s soft body shook each time she landed, and Sarika immediately wrapped her long arms around the little one, whispering soft, comforting sounds. She wanted her baby to know that despite the danger, Mommy was here, Mommy would protect.
At times she paused, looking down cautiously, sensing movement nearby. A larger male monkey approached earlier, curious and rough, and Sarika could not take a chance. With her baby still too weak to grip tightly, she had to stay ahead of any threat. So she jumped again—branch to branch, tree to tree—never stopping long enough for harm to reach them.
Even though she was exhausted, Sarika’s love fueled her. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her arms trembling from the effort, yet she continued without hesitation. She wasn’t just escaping danger; she was searching for a quiet spot where her newborn could rest peacefully, where she could nurse without interruption, where no one would disturb the fragile life she had just brought into the world.
Finally she reached a thick, high branch covered in soft leaves, a place hidden from the troop below. Sarika sat down gently, letting her newborn stretch its tiny body before pulling it close again. The baby let out a faint, shaky sound—half cry, half sigh—and pressed its face into Sarika’s warm belly. Sarika stroked the baby’s back, her eyes soft, her heart slowly calming.
It was a moment of peace after a morning of fear. Though tired and overwhelmed, Sarika had succeeded. She protected her newborn with everything she had, jumping one by one, until they were safe.
