It was a peaceful morning until Minea’s attitude turned the moment she was told to sit nicely. Her father had just given her a gentle command, hoping she would behave. But instead of listening, she shot an irritated glance at tiny Chamroeun, who was sitting quietly nearby.
Without warning, Minea lunged forward, her small hands grabbing at Chamroeun’s fur. The little monkey squeaked in shock, completely caught off guard. He hadn’t done anything to upset her, yet here she was, pushing him aggressively.
Their father immediately turned his attention toward the commotion. His deep, authoritative stare landed on Minea, who was now gripping Chamroeun tightly, her face filled with frustration. Chamroeun whimpered and tried to escape, but Minea was too worked up.
“Enough, Minea!” their father’s firm voice rang out.
Minea froze for a moment, her grip loosening. She looked up at him, her eyes still burning with defiance, but she knew she had crossed a line. Chamroeun took the opportunity to scurry away, hiding behind their father for protection.
Their father sighed, shaking his head. He reached out and gently pulled Minea away from Chamroeun’s hiding spot. “That’s not how we act,” he told her in a serious tone. “You need to be kind.”
Minea pouted but lowered her gaze. Chamroeun peeked out from behind their father, still a bit shaken.
A moment later, Minea huffed and sat down, her tail flicking with annoyance. She wasn’t happy about being scolded, but she knew better than to challenge her father’s authority again.
Meanwhile, Chamroeun kept his distance, watching her carefully. He had learned an important lesson—when Minea was in a bad mood, it was best to stay far away!
