Mody’s loud cries filled the air, pulling Dad’s attention immediately to the chaos. There it was—Minea, behaving nastily again, pinning little Mody to the ground and tugging at his tiny tail. Poor Mody was trembling, his eyes filled with fear as he called out for help.
Dad’s heart skipped a beat as he ran toward the scene, his voice firm but controlled. “Minea, stop it! What’s gotten into you?” he shouted, stepping between the two. Minea, caught in the act, froze for a moment before leaping back with a mischievous smirk, as though challenging Dad.
But this was no time for games. Dad scooped up little Mody into his arms, cradling the trembling baby close to his chest. His protective instincts kicked in as he turned back to Minea, his face a mixture of disappointment and worry. “You can’t keep bullying Mody like this, Minea,” he said firmly, his tone calm but serious.
Minea seemed to understand she had crossed a line, her expression shifting to one of guilt. She avoided Dad’s gaze, scratching the ground nervously with her tiny hands. Dad sighed, kneeling down to meet her eye level. “You’re better than this, Minea,” he said softly, “Mody looks up to you. You’re supposed to care for each other.”
Minea hesitated before inching closer, peeking at Mody, who was still snuggled in Dad’s arms. Dad encouraged Minea to apologize, and after a moment, she gently touched Mody’s hand, as if to say she was sorry.
The tension eased as Dad set Mody down, keeping a watchful eye as the two began to tentatively interact again. “No more bullying,” he said firmly. “We’re a family, and families stick together.” The moment was a lesson for Minea, and a reminder to all that love and patience could turn even the nastiest moments into steps toward kindness. ❤️🐒
