The tiny newborn lay on the ground, his fragile body curled up as if trying to find comfort in the absence of his mother. His eyes, still hazy with the fog of early life, searched around helplessly. Every sound, every rustle of the leaves, seemed to make his little heart race. But the one sound he longed for—the gentle coo or reassuring call of his mother—was nowhere to be heard.
His cries were small at first, soft whimpers that barely stirred the air. But as the moments passed and the cold reality settled in, the whimpers grew into sharp, pitiful wails that echoed into the emptiness around him. Each cry carried a mixture of fear, hunger, and confusion, a desperate plea for the warmth and safety that only his mother could provide.
The ground beneath him felt harsh, and the air carried a slight chill that made his tiny body shiver. He wriggled, trying to inch closer to some imagined source of comfort, but all he found was more loneliness. The scent of his mother still lingered faintly, a haunting reminder that she had been there not long ago. Yet, she was gone now, and he didn’t understand why.
His little arms reached out in the air, searching for something—someone—to hold onto. But no familiar touch met his reach. The minutes felt like hours to him. His voice strained from calling out so much, but he could not stop. Crying was all he knew, the only way to tell the world that he was lost, scared, and aching for the presence that made him feel safe.
The gentle rustle of leaves above seemed to mock his loneliness, and even the sunlight filtering through felt cold without her there. He could remember the way she used to nuzzle him, the warmth of her body wrapping around his fragile frame. Without it, the world felt too big, too loud, and too empty.
Still, he kept crying, his small chest rising and falling quickly with every breath. His hope clung stubbornly to the idea that if he cried enough, she would come rushing back, her familiar shadow falling over him once more. But for now, he remained alone—just a tiny newborn, trembling and calling out into the vast, indifferent world.
