It was bath time, and little Titas was not happy about it. The tiny monkey clung tightly to his mother, Jenny, his arms wrapped firmly around her neck. His big, round eyes were filled with hesitation as he stared at the water in the bathtub. The rippling surface looked unfamiliar and scary to him, and he whimpered softly, his tiny fingers gripping his mother’s fur even tighter.
Jenny, a caring and protective mother, gently stroked Titas’s back, trying to reassure him. She could feel his little body trembling against her chest, and she understood his fear. She knew that baby monkeys, just like human babies, needed time to get used to new experiences.
Slowly, she adjusted her hold on him, making sure he felt safe in her embrace. Titas let out a small whimper, his face scrunching up as he nuzzled into her fur, seeking comfort. Jenny cooed softly, pressing a motherly kiss onto his tiny head.
She carefully dipped one hand into the water and splashed it lightly, showing Titas that there was nothing to fear. The cool droplets landed on his fur, making him twitch, but he remained in his mother’s arms. Jenny continued to soothe him, whispering in gentle monkey sounds, assuring him that he was safe.
As minutes passed, Titas slowly began to relax. Though he still refused to be put down, he trusted his mother enough to let her wet his tiny feet. Jenny smiled at her little one, knowing that soon, he would grow more comfortable. For now, all that mattered was keeping him safe and close, wrapped in the warmth of her love.
