Jasmine was a tiny baby monkey with a voice far bigger than her fragile body.
She screamed and cried as her mother lost patience and gently dropped her onto the cool floor.
The moment her feet touched the ground, Jasmine exploded into a full tantrum of anger and fear.
Her arms flailed wildly, her legs kicked, and her sharp cries echoed through the room.
She felt shocked, confused, and betrayed, unable to understand why her mother stepped away.
To Jasmine, being placed on the floor felt like being abandoned forever.
Her face turned red, her chest heaved, and tears streamed without stopping.
She rolled and twisted, pounding the floor with tiny fists, demanding to be picked up again.
The hunger in her belly and the need for comfort mixed into pure frustration.
Her mother stood nearby, watching carefully, torn between teaching and tenderness.
She knew Jasmine was safe, but also knew boundaries mattered for growing strong.
Still, every cry pierced her heart like a sharp thorn.
Jasmine crawled in circles, screaming louder, her tantrum growing more dramatic each second.
The room filled with noise, emotion, and tension between mother and child.
After a long moment, her cries softened into broken sobs.
Her energy faded, replaced by exhaustion and trembling breaths.
She lay still on the floor, eyes searching desperately for her mother’s face.
Seeing her baby calm down, the mother finally stepped forward.
She lifted Jasmine gently, pressing her close against her warm chest.
Instantly, the baby clung tight, her cries melting into quiet whimpers.
The anger vanished, replaced by relief and safety.
Her mother rocked her slowly, offering comfort instead of discipline.
Jasmine’s heartbeat slowed as she listened to the familiar rhythm she loved.
Tiny fingers curled into her mother’s fur, refusing to let go again.
Forever together safely.
