At dawn, a very small premature baby monkey clings to life with trembling strength. Born too soon, his tiny body shakes as he searches for warmth and comfort. His mother watches closely, worry heavy in her eyes, yet her body sadly cannot provide milk. She cradles him gently, offering protection, grooming, and constant touch instead. Each fragile movement becomes a quiet battle, each breath a hopeful promise. The forest seems hushed around them, as if listening. Though nourishment is scarce, love is not. The mother refuses to leave, holding faith that care, warmth, and time may help her baby survive.
