Baby Monkey Leo sat on the damp ground, his tiny body trembling as soft whimpers escaped his lips. His wide, watery eyes searched for comfort, but the warmth he longed for never came. Today felt colder than ever, not because of the wind, but because he felt invisible to the one who should hold him close. Other young monkeys clung safely to their mothers, wrapped in protection and love, while Leo stayed alone, confused and hurting. He didn’t understand why he was pushed away. All he knew was the ache in his small heart, quietly wishing for a gentle touch that never arrived.
