The afternoon sun streamed into the room, and little Minea, with her mischievous spirit, was in one of her dramatic moods. Bath time had come, but instead of quietly cooperating, she let out a series of loud, ear-piercing screams. Her tiny fists flailed as if protesting the very idea of getting into the tub.
Dad stood nearby, arms crossed, trying to keep his patience. Finally, he pointed a firm finger at Minea, his voice calm but serious. “Minea, enough of this screaming,” he said. “You need to bathe, and you need to do it quietly. No more drama!”
Minea paused for a moment, startled by Dad’s commanding tone. She blinked at him, her little lips quivering as if debating whether to scream again or give in.
Dad crouched down to her level, keeping his finger pointed but softening his voice. “Bath time is important, Minea. You don’t want to be dirty, do you? Come on, let’s make this easy. No more fussing, okay?”
Reluctantly, Minea shuffled toward the tub, her protests reduced to a few quiet grumbles. Dad helped her into the warm water, and to her surprise, it felt nice. The soothing warmth of the water and the gentle splashes soon replaced her earlier tantrum.
As Dad carefully washed her fur, he couldn’t help but smile. “See? Isn’t this better?” he said, ruffling her wet hair playfully.
Minea let out a small giggle, her earlier defiance forgotten. By the time the bath was over, she was squeaky clean and happily snuggled in a fluffy towel.
Dad gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. “Next time, no more screaming, alright?”
Minea nodded, her cheeks pink with both warmth and a hint of embarrassment.
