The morning air was fresh, but inside the house, the atmosphere was chaotic. Baby monkey ATong was sitting on the small wooden table, his face full of frustration. His tiny hands slapped the surface as he let out a loud, piercing scream.
“WAAAH! WAAAH! MOMMMM!!” he wailed, his voice echoing through the house.
Mom was in the kitchen, carefully squeezing fresh oranges into a cup. She knew ATong loved orange juice, but he just couldn’t wait! His tiny feet kicked the air as he rocked back and forth, his body shaking with impatience.
“Almost done, baby, just a little more!” Mom called, trying to calm him down.
But ATong didn’t want to hear it! His little face turned red as he threw himself onto the floor, rolling dramatically. His tail flicked angrily, and he kicked his tiny legs like a spoiled prince.
“WAAAH!! HURRY, MOM!!” He stretched his little arms out toward the cup, but Mom kept squeezing.
Jina, his older sister, walked by and sighed. “ATong, you’re acting like a big baby!” she teased.
ATong sniffled, pouted, and let out another long, creepy cry. His eyes stared dramatically at Mom, as if she had just betrayed him.
Finally, Mom walked over and handed him the cup. ATong snatched it with both hands, took a big sip, and—suddenly, silence. His tantrum disappeared instantly.
Mom shook her head and smiled. “Such a little drama king!”
ATong just slurped his juice happily, acting like nothing had ever happened
