Baby Bella was in one of her usual moods. The second she saw the water being poured into the little tub, she narrowed her eyes and puffed her cheeks in protest. Bath time again? No, thank you!
Mom gently reached for her, but Bella clung tightly to the towel, letting out a dramatic squeak like she was being dragged into a storm. With a little coaxing, Mom managed to ease her into the warm water, but Bella was far from cooperative.
Splash! Splash! Bella slapped the water furiously with her tiny hands, sending drops everywhere—onto the walls, the floor, even Mom’s face. The other monkeys watched from a distance, some giggling, others just curious about what Bella would do next.
But Mom had had enough.
She pointed her finger, firmly saying, “No, Bella! Be nice in the bath.” Bella froze, her eyes wide. It wasn’t often that Mom raised her voice. That little warning seemed to hit her right in the heart.
Bella looked down, sniffling, with soap bubbles clinging to her fur. Her big round eyes blinked up at Mom with a mix of guilt and confusion. She slowly reached out, placing her tiny hand on Mom’s arm—as if saying, I’m sorry… maybe.
Mom softened immediately, pulling Bella close and gently washing her with care. The little monkey finally relaxed, leaning into her mother’s warmth and letting out a tiny sigh.
She might be stubborn, fiery, and dramatic—but deep down, Bella knew Mom was always there for her, even in the middle of her wildest bath-time protests.
