baby Toto, the youngest and most cheerful of them all, lying still near a fallen branch. His tiny body looks weak, his bright eyes dull, and every breath he takes seems like a struggle.
The other monkeys gather around curiously, their faces showing concern. Totoās mother rushes to his side, gently touching him as if trying to wake him up. āWhatās wrong with baby Toto?ā The question seems to hang in the air, unanswered. Just yesterday, he was running, jumping, and playing ā full of life. Now, something invisible has taken his strength away.
His mother lifts him into her arms, pressing him close to her chest. She looks around helplessly, unsure of what to do. Her eyes, usually calm, are now filled with fear. She grooms him softly, hoping the warmth of her touch will bring him comfort. Other monkeys watch from a distance, sensing her distress but too afraid to interfere.
The moment is heartbreaking. Every tiny movement Toto makes feels like a cry for help. The air is heavy with worry, and even the forest seems to grow still, as if holding its breath for the little one.
Nature can be both beautiful and cruel ā and this moment shows just how fragile life can be. As the sun begins to set, Totoās mother refuses to leave his side, whispering silent prayers only a mother could understand. The sight makes anyone watching feel the same question deep inside ā whatās wrong with baby Toto?
