Astra the monkey sits quietly among the branches, eyes scanning the forest she knows so well. She waits for Baby Astro, listening for the tiny sounds that once guided her heart. Each passing moment stretches longer, but her hope does not fade. She adjusts her position, clutches familiar leaves, and remains patient, believing her baby will return. Unaware of the painful truth, Astra’s instinct keeps her rooted in place. The forest moves on around her, yet she stays, guided by love and memory. Her silent waiting tells a heartbreaking story of devotion, loss, and a bond that time cannot easily erase.
