Morning light filters through the forest as a tiny baby monkey wanders alone, calling for the mother he lost too soon. Each branch feels colder without her guiding hands, each rustle sounds like hope fading. The little one pauses, listening, then cries again, not knowing where safety has gone. Older trees watch in silence while birds scatter above. Hunger and fear tug at his fragile body, yet instinct pushes him forward. Somewhere, he believes, her warmth still waits. His soft cries echo between leaves, a tender reminder of loss, resilience, and the fragile bonds that shape wild lives everywhere today.
