Feeding time was usually calm.
Daddy sat quietly, holding the bottle as little Monee drank happily, her tiny hands resting against him. It was a peaceful moment—warm, safe, and full of comfort.
But it didn’t stay that way.
Nearby, Minea watched.
At first, she was quiet, just observing. But something inside her began to shift. Her eyes stayed fixed on Monee, on the bottle, on the attention she was getting. A feeling grew—sharp and sudden.
Jealousy.
Without warning, Minea moved closer.
Daddy didn’t notice at first. He was focused on feeding Monee, making sure she was comfortable. But in a split second, everything changed.
Minea lunged forward.
She bit Monee.
A sharp cry filled the air.
Monee jerked back, her tiny body trembling as pain shot through her. The bottle slipped slightly as her cries turned loud and panicked. Tears rushed down her face, her small hands pulling away instinctively.
“Monee!” Daddy exclaimed, pulling her close protectively.
Minea froze, as if realizing what she had done.
The room, once peaceful, was now filled with tension. Daddy quickly checked Monee, soothing her with gentle words. “It’s okay… you’re okay,” he whispered, rocking her carefully.
Monee’s cries didn’t stop right away. The shock and pain were too much, her small body shaking as she clung tightly for comfort.
Minea stood nearby, no longer angry—just still.
Daddy’s voice became firmer now, turning toward Minea. Not harsh, but clear. What happened wasn’t okay.
Slowly, the moment settled.
Monee’s cries softened into quiet sobs as she was held close, reassured again and again.
Because even in sudden hurt, what matters most is feeling safe again—and learning that love should never come with pain.
