Baby monkey Jasmine sat on the wooden ledge, her tiny hands gripping the edge tightly. Her little face was scrunched up, her lips trembling with frustration. She had been waiting for her mother to pick her up, but Mom was busy doing something else, completely unaware of Jasmine’s growing impatience.
Jasmine let out a loud, dramatic cry, her voice echoing through the yard. She stomped her tiny feet, shaking her head furiously. Why wasn’t Mom coming to hold her? She had always been picked up whenever she cried, but this time, Mom didn’t rush over right away.
Feeling even more upset, Jasmine threw herself onto the ground, rolling around in protest. Her little fists pounded the floor as if demanding attention. The other baby monkeys paused their playtime, watching her tantrum with wide eyes.
Still, Mom didn’t come.
Jasmine’s cries turned into sniffles as she lifted her head, looking around. Did Mom forget about her? Her heart ached at the thought. Just when she was about to cry even louder, she finally saw Mom walking toward her.
Jasmine quickly wiped her teary face, letting out one last sniffle, hoping Mom would feel sorry for her. As soon as Mom reached her, Jasmine raised her arms, demanding to be held.
Mom sighed but smiled, gently picking Jasmine up. The little monkey immediately buried her face into Mom’s chest, her anger melting away. She just wanted to be close.
With soft pats on her back, Mom comforted her, and soon, Jasmine’s sniffles turned into little happy hums. All she needed was Mom’s warmth to feel safe again.
