Accidentally Fall Down Baby Lucie, Lizza & Rojo Make First Aid, Rainbow Welcome Rose, but No Accept
It was a warm, gentle afternoon in the dense forest where the troop of monkeys lived, playing and learning in their ever-watchful community. The trees stood tall and thick, their branches woven together in a green canopy. High above the ground, young baby Lucie was testing her bravery again, hopping from branch to branch under her mother’s cautious eyes.
Lucie had always been bold—sometimes too bold for her own good.
From a nearby branch, her mother Rose called softly, encouraging her to slow down. But Lucie, full of energy and excitement, barely looked back. She tried one more leap. This time, the branch was too thin, her grip too loose.
With a sharp snap, Lucie slipped.
Her tiny scream echoed as she tumbled down through the foliage, crashing through thin branches before landing with a soft but frightening thud on a bed of dried leaves far below.
The forest went still.
Within seconds, two older monkeys—Lizza, the midwife of the troop, and Rojo, a strong, clever male known for his calm—rushed to Lucie’s side. Lizza gently turned the baby over, checking her breathing, her limbs, her back. Lucie whimpered in pain but was conscious. Rojo quickly signaled others to stay back, creating space for Lizza to do her work.
Rose scrambled down the tree in panic, heart racing, but before she could reach her daughter, Rainbow appeared.
Rainbow, one of the high-ranking females in the troop, often acted as the decision-maker in moments of tension. She stood between Rose and Lucie, her posture calm but commanding.
“Let Lizza handle it first,” Rainbow’s eyes seemed to say.
Rose hesitated, lips curled with fear and frustration. Her baby was hurt. But the rules of the troop and the roles each member played mattered. And for now, Lizza and Rojo were the only ones trusted to give First Aid.
Lizza softly blew on Lucie’s face to keep her alert while Rojo carefully wiped away some dirt and inspected the baby’s tiny arms and legs for injury. Fortunately, Lucie had only bruises and a few scratches. No broken bones. She was lucky this time.
Rose took a deep breath of relief, her arms aching to hold her daughter.
Rainbow stepped aside slowly and made a welcoming gesture—an invitation for Rose to come near. But Rose didn’t move.
She stared at Rainbow with a mixture of confusion and sadness. The two mothers had a complicated history. Once close friends, they’d grown distant over time. There were whispers of past disagreements—jealousies, misunderstandings, and moments when loyalty had faltered.
So even though Rainbow now stood there with open arms, seemingly ready to reconcile, Rose did not accept.
Instead, she carefully walked around Rainbow without eye contact, kneeling beside Lucie and gently scooping her up into her arms. Lucie whimpered softly, but as soon as she felt her mother’s warmth, she nestled in close and began to calm down.
Lizza and Rojo stepped back quietly, their job done.
Rainbow lingered for a moment longer, watching the two of them with a small flicker of emotion—was it regret? pride? envy? Then, without a word, she turned and disappeared into the trees.
Rose cradled Lucie tightly, murmuring soft reassurances, pressing kisses to her baby’s fur. She sat beneath the tree for a long time, rocking gently while the sun dipped lower and the shadows of the forest grew longer.
The troop began to settle again, chatter and play resuming slowly, cautiously. But Rose stayed silent. She looked up now and then at the tall tree where Lucie had fallen, her eyes full of worry and reflection.
Lucie would be okay.
But trust… trust, once broken, was harder to mend than a bruised leg.
As dusk blanketed the forest and the calls of distant birds echoed into the cool air, Rose knew one thing for sure: she would never let Lucie climb that high again without being close enough to catch her.
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