Baby monkey Jasmine shouted and cried loudly the moment mom tried to make her stand for bathing. Her small face tightened with fear and anger, eyes filling instantly with tears. She didn’t understand why she had to stand. All she knew was that she didn’t like it—and she refused with every bit of strength her tiny body had.
Jasmine twisted away, screaming sharply, her voice echoing with protest. Her hands grabbed for mom’s arm, her tail wrapped tightly around herself as if standing would make her fall. Water wasn’t even touching her yet, but the idea alone felt frightening. To Jasmine, standing meant losing control, and that terrified her.
Mom stayed calm but firm. She spoke gently, explaining again and again, trying to reassure her. But Jasmine wasn’t listening. Her cries grew louder, more dramatic, her body stiff with resistance. She kicked her feet, shaking her head, shouting as if to say no, no, no with her whole heart.
The bathroom filled with emotion. Jasmine’s cries weren’t just anger—they were fear mixed with stubbornness. She wanted to sit. She wanted to be held. She wanted things her way. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she leaned heavily against mom, refusing to cooperate.
Mom adjusted her grip, keeping Jasmine safe while slowly introducing the warm water. She didn’t rush. She didn’t scold. She held Jasmine steady, letting the water run gently over her legs. At first, Jasmine screamed louder, shocked by the sensation. But then something changed.
The warmth spread.
Jasmine’s cries softened slightly. Her stiff body began to relax. She stopped kicking and leaned more into mom’s support. Her breathing slowed, though she still whimpered, eyes watching every movement closely.
By the end of the bath, Jasmine wasn’t shouting anymore. She stayed standing, tired but calm, allowing mom to finish washing her. When it was over, she collapsed into mom’s arms, exhausted, face pressed against her chest.
That dramatic moment taught something important. Jasmine learned that standing wouldn’t hurt her. And mom learned that patience, not force, turns fear into trust—one bath at a time.
