The morning was calm, but baby monkey Harry had his own way of stirring things up. His mom had gently placed him on the floor near the chair while she stepped away to finish her chores. Little did she know, Harry wasn’t going to take this lightly.
As soon as she walked out of sight, Harry’s face twisted into a dramatic pout. He crawled under the chair, his favorite hiding spot when things didn’t go his way. From there, his cries erupted like a tiny storm. High-pitched and sharp, each shout seemed to say, How dare you leave me alone?
His little body shook with frustration, and he pounded his tiny fists on the floor. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he let out more desperate wails. Anyone would think his world had crumbled. But Harry’s mom, familiar with his spoiled antics, remained calm.
“Harry, baby, you’re fine,” she called from the other room. Her soothing tone wasn’t enough for him. The cries grew louder, echoing through the house.
Under the chair, Harry wrapped his tail tightly around his legs, his sobs turning into pitiful whimpers. He stayed there, shaking and moaning as if to say, Why won’t you come to me, Mommy?
Finally, unable to resist his cries, his mom returned. She knelt beside the chair, scooping him up into her arms. “You’re such a little drama king,” she said softly, stroking his head.
Harry immediately clung to her, burying his face in her shoulder. His cries stopped as quickly as they started, replaced by soft sniffling.
In her arms, Harry felt safe again, proving that no tantrum was complete without his mom’s love to calm him down.
