Little Marrya had always been close to her mom. Wherever Mom went, Marrya followed—clinging to her fur, resting on her chest, and soaking up all the love. But today, something felt different.
Mom was holding tiny baby Tantan in her arms, gently cuddling him while humming softly. Marrya watched from a few steps away, her big eyes narrowing, a storm of jealousy building inside her tiny heart.
She stomped her little feet, puffed up her cheeks, and let out a loud squeak of frustration. But Mom didn’t look her way. Instead, she kissed Tantan’s head, which only made Marrya’s anger explode.
“No!” Marrya seemed to shout in her monkey language. She rushed forward and started tugging at Mom’s arm. She tried pulling Tantan away—not to hurt him, but to reclaim her place. Her tiny hands grabbed Mom’s leg, her voice full of protest as she whined and squealed.
Mom looked surprised, but not upset. She gently used her free hand to touch Marrya’s face, pulling her close too. But Marrya wasn’t done. She pushed against Tantan’s side with her little shoulder and climbed up Mom’s arm, trying to wedge herself between them.
It was a tug-of-war of emotions—Marrya’s jealousy versus Mom’s boundless love.
Eventually, Mom did what only a wise monkey mom could do: she opened her arms and held both babies close, kissing one, then the other. Marrya still grumbled a bit, but once her face was buried in Mom’s warm fur, she calmed.
The tantrum faded, replaced by slow blinks and soft purrs.
Sometimes, even baby monkeys need a little reminder: love doesn’t shrink when shared—it grows.
