Oh God.! Baby Leo Cry Unhappy with Libby Until Sleep on Ground Alone as Libby Not Caring of Him
In the soft golden light of late afternoon, the peaceful sounds of the forest were broken by the small, pitiful cries of Baby Leo. The little pigtail macaque, barely a few months old, sat trembling under a tall tree, his tiny hands clenched, his eyes watery with sadness. His voice was weak from calling out, but there was no answer. His mother, Libby, was nowhere near him. She had walked away, distracted and uncaring, leaving her baby alone on the cold forest floor.
Baby Leo’s heart ached with confusion. He didn’t understand why his mother no longer gave him the comfort and warmth he craved. Libby had once been a gentle and loving mother. In his earliest days, she was always by his side—grooming him, cuddling him tightly against her chest, and protecting him from all danger. But something had changed. Recently, Libby seemed distant and impatient. She no longer responded to his cries the way she used to. She spent more time with the older monkeys or grooming herself, ignoring the little one who still needed her so dearly.
Today was worse than any other day.
Leo had tried everything to get her attention. He reached up to tug at her fur, whimpering softly. He squeaked and made the little grunts baby monkeys use to call their mothers. But Libby just looked away. At one point, she even pushed him aside gently but firmly, as if to say, “Go away, not now.” That rejection cut deep into Leo’s tender heart.
Heartbroken and confused, Baby Leo wandered a short distance away and found a small patch of dirt beneath the tree. With no one to comfort him, he curled up on the ground, his body shaking with tiny sobs. His eyes fluttered, full of exhaustion and emotional pain. The forest, once a place of warmth and curiosity for him, now felt big and lonely.
Other monkeys nearby watched the scene with quiet curiosity. One elder female looked on with a bit of sadness in her eyes, but no one stepped in to comfort him. Libby sat several feet away, grooming another female, as if nothing had happened. She didn’t even glance in his direction. For a young baby like Leo, the feeling of being unwanted was overwhelming.
Eventually, Leo’s energy gave out. His sobs slowed, and his breathing became deep and steady. He had fallen asleep right there on the hard, dusty ground, still alone. His tiny body curled up tightly like he was trying to hold himself. Even in sleep, he twitched now and then, as if his dreams were still filled with longing and confusion.
The sight was enough to make any compassionate soul ache. A baby monkey, so full of innocence and need, sleeping without the warmth of his mother’s embrace—just the ground beneath him and the silence of the forest.
Why had Libby changed? Some caretakers who observed the troop wondered if she was stressed, sick, or simply overwhelmed. In some monkey troops, maternal behavior can shift quickly depending on group dynamics, health, or psychological stress. Whatever the reason, Baby Leo was paying the price for her neglect. And at such a vulnerable age, emotional connection is everything.
As the sun set and the shadows grew longer, a light breeze rustled the leaves above Leo’s sleeping form. Still, Libby did not move toward him. It was clear that tonight, Leo would have to face the darkness alone.
But in his tiny heart, hope still flickered. Tomorrow might be different. Maybe Libby would return to her senses. Maybe she would remember that Leo was her baby, her own flesh and blood, and that he needed her more than anything. For now, though, the forest held its breath, watching over the sleeping baby who cried himself to sleep for the love he no longer felt.
Oh God, may Baby Leo find comfort again.
