Old mother monkey Julla barely notices her tiny newborn. The fragile baby trembles, seeking warmth, but Julla remains distant. Tiny hands cling, yet her gaze drifts elsewhere. Each whimper goes mostly unheard, echoing softly through the quiet trees. The infant curls, shivering in uncertainty, longing for comfort that does not come. Even the simplest touch is rare, leaving the baby restless. Julla moves slowly, indifferent to cries, lost in her own fatigue. The jungle seems colder around them, the bond fragile and incomplete. Little by little, the newborn learns to wait, hope dim but persistent.
