Minea was known for her fiery personality, but when it came to little Mako, she seemed especially mean. No matter how many times Mako tried to snuggle up to her or play, Minea would push him away or—worse—bite him angrily.
This morning was no different. Mako, the tiny baby monkey, waddled over with his innocent eyes, reaching out to hold Minea’s hand. But instead of welcoming him, Minea bared her tiny teeth and snapped at him.
“Eek!” Mako squealed, stumbling backward. His little body trembled as he looked up at Minea, confused. Why was she always so mean to him?
Their caretaker saw what happened and immediately stepped in. “Minea!” the voice called firmly. The mischievous monkey froze, knowing she was caught red-handed.
Minea pouted and turned her head away, pretending she had done nothing wrong. But Mako, still sniffling, stayed where he was, too scared to approach her again.
The other baby monkeys watched silently. Even they were surprised by how unfriendly Minea was to Mako. Usually, baby monkeys would cuddle, play, and groom each other, but Minea never showed any love toward the tiniest one.
Mom came over, gently pulling Mako close and stroking his soft fur to calm him down. Mako buried his face into Mom’s arms, still shaken.
Minea sat nearby, arms crossed, refusing to look at anyone. But deep down, she knew she had upset Mako.
Would she ever change? Could she ever show love to him? Only time would tell. But for now, Mako stayed far away, hoping one day, his big sister would finally accept him.
