Under the pale morning light, the exhausted mother monkey lay trembling on the rough forest floor. Moments earlier, she had endured the long and painful struggle of bringing new life into the world. Her tiny newborn whimpered softly beside her, searching for warmth and safety. Usually, a mother’s arms would instantly cradle her baby, but fatigue overwhelmed her fragile body.
She tried to lift her head, to gather her strength, but her limbs refused to obey. The newborn, unaware of danger, instinctively crawled closer, pressing against her for comfort. The surrounding trees stood silent, as if holding their breath. This was a moment balanced between weakness and love. Though collapsed and unable to hold her baby, the mother’s faint, steady heartbeat remained a quiet promise that her devotion had not faded.
