Jasmine, often called Queen Jasmine, ruled her little corner of the monkey world with dramatic flair. She was confident, proud, and believed the world should move according to her schedule—especially her mom.
But today… her mom was late.
Jasmine had woken up early, sitting on her favorite blanket, waiting for morning cuddles and milk. She stretched, looked around… and no mom.
Five minutes passed. Then ten.
That’s when the storm hit.
First came the whining—soft and moody. Then the squeaks. Then the full royal meltdown.
“EEEEEEEE!!!”
Jasmine let out a sharp cry that echoed through the trees. She threw herself dramatically onto her side, slapped the ground with her tiny hands, and kicked her feet like she was having a royal tantrum.
She was loud, she was furious, and she wanted the world to know:
“Where is Mom?!”
Other babies peeked over in confusion. Some even backed away. Jasmine’s crown was slipping, and she wasn’t handling it well.
Finally—just as Jasmine was reaching her loudest cry—Mom arrived.
Carrying snacks, grooming tools, and a calm expression, Mom rushed over and scooped Jasmine into her arms.
But Jasmine wasn’t ready to forgive just yet. She kept crying into Mom’s shoulder, her little hands clinging tightly.
Mom didn’t scold. She didn’t speak. She just held her.
Slowly, Jasmine’s cries softened. Her royal fury melted into sniffles and hiccups. Her crown settled back in place.
Because no matter how late Mom was, she always came—and for Queen Jasmine, that was what mattered most.
