David was usually a playful little monkey, full of laughter and bold adventures. But today, something different stirred in his tiny heart — jealousy. When Mom sat down to groom and cuddle, his sister slowly approached, hoping to feel the same warmth. Instead of welcoming her, David rushed forward, eyes narrowed, tail stiff, making loud warning squeaks. He clung tightly to Mom’s arm, refusing to share even a single inch of her love.
His sister paused, confused and hurt. She only wanted closeness, not a fight. But David’s emotions were too big for his little body. He wrapped himself around Mom’s chest, pushing her away every time she tried to come closer. Mom sighed softly — she understood both children needed love, not competition. She stroked David’s back with patience, trying to calm the storm inside him.
Still, he cried angrily, thinking Mom might love his sister more. His chest puffed, he shook his tiny head, and let out more sharp screaming calls — a tantrum born from fear of losing attention. Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she whispered gently, gave him extra cuddles so he felt secure. Slowly, David’s little body relaxed. His grip loosened, his cries softened to quiet sniffles.
Mom then reached out her other hand toward his sister, inviting her gently. David watched, still unsure. But when Mom placed both of them on her lap — one on each side — something changed. His sister leaned close, not to steal love, but to share warmth. David looked at her, hesitated, then rested his head near hers. The jealousy faded like morning fog under sunlight.
In the end, he learned that Mom’s love wasn’t limited — there was enough for both of them.
Two babies, one mother, one heart big enough for all.
