In the quiet corners of the jungle, where the leaves whispered stories in the wind, something sad was unfolding. Libby, a mother monkey once known for her strong spirit and graceful movements, had changed. Her two babies, Lily and Leo, once the joy of her days, now seemed to be the targets of her frustration.
Libby had begun to act out in ways that startled the entire troop. She would swat at Lily when she tried to cuddle, and snap at Leo when he reached out for milk. The once-loving bond between mother and babies had turned into something cold and frightening. No one knew why—was she sick, tired, or simply overwhelmed? But her aggression was growing worse.
One morning, as the sun rose and the forest warmed, Libby lashed out. Leo had only tugged gently at her tail, wanting to play. Libby turned and shoved him roughly against a branch. He let out a sharp scream. Lily rushed to his side, but she, too, was met with Libby’s angry swipe. Both babies tumbled to the ground, crying loudly, their small bodies trembling in fear and pain.
Other monkeys in the troop began to notice. They watched from a distance, unsure if they should interfere. Some mothers looked on with sorrow, knowing that something was wrong with Libby—something deep inside her was broken.
Despite the pain, Lily and Leo stayed close to each other. Their tiny hands clutched together, seeking comfort where they could find it.
Though their mother had hurt them, the jungle was not without hope. There were others who could show them kindness. And maybe, just maybe, healing would come—not just for Lily and Leo, but for Libby, too.
