In a quiet village nestled between rolling green hills, a farmer named Elias owned a small herd of goats. Among them was a mother goat named Bella, who had just given birth to a tiny, fragile baby goat named Milo. He was small and weak compared to the others, but his eyes were filled with innocence and curiosity.
From the moment Milo was born, Bella seemed to reject him. Unlike the other mothers who nuzzled and cared for their kids, Bella pushed Milo away whenever he tried to nurse. She would kick him with her hooves, sending him tumbling into the dirt, and at times, she even headbutted him so hard that he rolled down the grassy slopes of the farm’s hills.
Milo did not understand why his mother was so cruel. He only wanted warmth and love. Every time he struggled to his feet after a harsh push, he would look up at Bella with hopeful eyes, but she would turn away as if he didn’t exist.
Elias noticed this unusual behavior and grew concerned. He tried placing Milo close to Bella, hoping she would accept him, but she only became more aggressive. One afternoon, as Milo weakly tried to approach her, she delivered a strong kick, sending him sliding down the steep barnyard slope. He landed with a painful thud at the bottom, trembling and exhausted.
Elias rushed to him and gently picked him up. His heart ached as he saw the bruises on the little goat’s body. It was clear—Milo could not stay with his mother any longer. That night, Elias brought Milo into his home, wrapping him in a warm blanket and feeding him fresh milk from a bottle.
Days passed, and under Elias’s care, Milo grew stronger. He no longer had to fear kicks and blows; instead, he learned what it meant to be loved. The other farm animals, even the old sheepdog Bruno, treated him kindly. Milo would leap around the yard with joy, no longer the weak little goat that had once been rejected.
One evening, as Elias sat on the porch watching the sunset, Milo climbed onto his lap, nuzzling his face against Elias’s chest. The farmer smiled, stroking the little goat’s soft fur.
“You may have been unwanted by your mother,” Elias whispered, “but you will always have a home here.”
And from that day forward, Milo was no longer just a farm animal—he was family.
