It was a quiet morning in the small room where the three baby monkeys—Sara, Janna, and Jerry—stayed, waiting for their mom to return. The soft morning light filtered through the small window, casting a gentle glow on the scene, but the mood inside was far from calm. Little Sara, the youngest of the three, sat in the corner, her tiny body shaking as she cried sharply. At only five months old, her big, round eyes were filled with fear. She glanced nervously at her brother, Jerry, who was pacing restlessly around the room, looking for something to climb on or some way to burn off his endless energy.
Jerry was always full of life, but today, his playful nature had taken a wild turn. He had been jumping around the room, knocking things over, and, in one reckless leap, had accidentally landed on Sara. The impact had left her whimpering in pain, her soft, delicate body unable to withstand his rough play. Though Jerry didn’t mean to hurt her, his mischievous behavior was too much for his little sister to handle. Now, Sara’s wails filled the room, her cries sharp and full of both fear and pain.
In the opposite corner, Janna, the eldest sibling, sat quietly. Usually, she would have stepped in to protect her younger brother and sister, but even Janna seemed unsure today. She was scared of Jerry too. His energetic, unpredictable jumps and loud noises made her uneasy. Janna watched as Jerry leaped from one side of the room to the other, her own heart racing. She wanted to help Sara, to comfort her, but she was too frightened of Jerry’s wild antics to move. She bit her lip, her hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of her small shirt as she watched the scene unfold, feeling helpless.
Jerry, on the other hand, seemed unaware of the trouble he was causing. To him, it was all just fun. He wasn’t old enough to understand that his play was too rough for Sara, or that his jumps made Janna nervous. He jumped again, this time landing close to Janna, who flinched in response. Seeing his sisters’ reactions should have been enough to make him stop, but he was still caught up in his own world, bouncing around, trying to entertain himself while they waited for their mom to return.
Sara cried louder, clutching her little arms as if to protect herself from any more of Jerry’s rough play. Her sharp, piercing sobs tugged at Janna’s heart, but Janna didn’t know what to do. She was scared too, after all. What if Jerry jumped on her next? The tension in the room grew with every minute that passed, as the two sisters sat in their corners, anxiously waiting for their mom to come back and restore the peace.
The door creaked open slightly, and for a brief moment, all three siblings froze. Their hearts skipped a beat, wondering if it was their mom finally coming to rescue them from the chaos. But the door remained only slightly ajar, and no one entered. Janna sighed in disappointment, while Sara let out another sharp cry, her nerves still frayed.
Jerry, still oblivious to the effect he was having on his siblings, continued bouncing around the room. But inside, even he was starting to feel the weight of the moment. The room wasn’t supposed to be like this—filled with cries and fear. It was supposed to be a place where they played together, where they waited for their mom in peace. Jerry slowed down, his jumps less frequent, his energy beginning to fade as he noticed the fear in his sisters’ eyes.
At last, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway, and all three of them looked toward the door. This time, it was their mom. As she stepped into the room, her eyes softened, taking in the scene before her. Sara’s sobs, Janna’s anxious fidgeting, and Jerry’s guilty pause all told the story without a single word. She quickly moved toward Sara, picking her up and soothing her cries. Then she turned to Janna, giving her a reassuring pat on the head before finally looking at Jerry, who hung his head, realizing that his fun had gone too far.
With their mom there, the tension in the room melted away. Jerry’s rough play had caused fear and tears, but now, in the warmth of their mom’s embrace, peace returned. All was well again, at least until the next time Jerry’s energy got the better of him.
