Baby A Tong sat on the ground, his tiny arms crossed over his chest, his face scrunched up in a dramatic pout. His mother had taken too long to come comfort him, and now, he was furious.
At first, he only whimpered softly, hoping she would rush over. But when she didn’t come fast enough, he threw himself backward onto the ground, kicking his tiny legs in frustration. His cries grew louder, echoing through the trees as if he wanted the whole jungle to know about his misery.
Mom finally walked over, calm and unbothered by his tantrum. She reached out to touch him, but A Tong pushed her hand away with a tiny but firm slap. He turned his face to the side, pretending to ignore her.
Seeing this, Mom let out a sigh and gently scooped him up, holding him close to her warm fur. But even in her arms, A Tong kept up his act. He whimpered, sniffled, and even let out a few dramatic sobs, making sure she knew just how upset he was.
After a moment, Mom began grooming his tiny head, her gentle fingers running through his soft fur. Slowly, his cries softened. His little hands clung to her fur, and his tiny body relaxed against hers.
Still trying to prove a point, A Tong let out one last half-hearted whimper—but by then, his eyes were already closing. Mom smiled, rocking him gently, knowing she had won this battle of patience.
Within minutes, A Tong was fast asleep, nestled in the safety of his mother’s arms. His tantrum was over, at least until the next time she dared to take too long to comfort him.
