Little baby monkey Zoey sat on the wooden bed, his tiny fists clenched, and his face scrunched up in frustration. Big, round tears welled up in his eyes before spilling down his soft cheeks. His little mouth opened wide as he let out a loud, angry cry. He stomped his tiny feet, shaking his body in protest.
His mother watched him with patience, understanding that he was upset. Maybe he wanted to be carried, or maybe he was just tired and fussy. Zoey kept crying, his sobs echoing through the quiet room. His tiny chest heaved as he pouted, looking at his mother with teary eyes, demanding her attention.
She gently picked him up, cradling him in her arms. “Shhh, my little Zoey,” she whispered, stroking his soft fur. She rocked him gently, swaying side to side. But Zoey was still upset. He sniffled and buried his face in her chest, his small hands gripping her tightly.
His mother knew what would make him feel better. She rubbed his tiny back and softly hummed his favorite lullaby. The warmth of her embrace and the soft melody slowly calmed Zoey’s sobs. His breathing became steady, and his body relaxed against her.
Finally, after a few more sniffles, Zoey’s eyes grew heavy. His anger faded, replaced by comfort and sleepiness. His mother kissed his forehead, whispering, “I love you, my little one.”
As Zoey drifted off to sleep in her arms, she smiled, knowing that no matter how many tantrums he had, her love would always be enough to comfort him.
