It was a calm afternoon, and Mommy was busy preparing snacks in the kitchen. Sara, the sweet but emotional little monkey, stood nearby, watching her with hopeful eyes. All she wanted was to hug Mommy and follow her around, as she always did.
But today, Mommy needed some space to finish her work. “Sara, go play for a while. Mommy will be done soon,” she said gently, giving Sara a reassuring pat on the head.
Sara didn’t take it well. Her tiny face scrunched up, and tears began welling in her big, round eyes. She reached out her little arms, desperate for a hug, but Mommy gently moved her aside.
“No, Sara. You need to wait,” Mommy said firmly.
The rejection was too much for Sara. She toddled over to the corner of the room, her little feet stomping with every step. Once there, she planted herself against the wall, her tiny fists clenched.
Then came the wails—a sharp, ear-piercing cry that echoed through the room. Sara sobbed uncontrollably, her body shaking with the intensity of her tantrum. Her cries were filled with frustration and heartbreak as if the world had turned against her.
Mommy paused, turning to look at the dramatic scene. She sighed, wiping her hands on a towel, and walked over. “Oh, Sara, you little drama queen,” she said, kneeling down.
But Sara turned her face to the wall, refusing to look at her. Her cries only grew louder, her little shoulders heaving with every sob.
Mommy finally scooped her up, holding her close. “Alright, alright. You win, my stubborn girl,” she said, planting a kiss on her cheek.
Sara’s cries softened into hiccups as she clung to Mommy, her tantrum forgotten now that she had what she wanted.
