The afternoon sun streamed into the yard where Luna sat, her small body tense with frustration. Daddy stood a few feet away, his calm but firm voice reminding her, “You have to wait, Luna.” It was a simple lesson—patience—but for this spirited little monkey, it felt like the hardest thing in the world.
Luna’s round eyes flashed with defiance. She stomped her tiny feet, letting out a sharp squeal that echoed through the air. Her tail lashed from side to side, a clear signal of her growing irritation. Daddy didn’t raise his voice, but he didn’t give in either. He stood his ground, hoping she would understand that sometimes waiting was part of life.
But Luna wasn’t ready to accept that. She threw her hands into the air and let out a dramatic, ear-piercing scream. She wanted attention now, food now, everything now. To her, patience wasn’t a virtue—it was an unfair punishment.
Her little face scrunched into an angry pout as she glanced at Daddy, as if to say, How could you do this to me? She even turned her back on him for a moment, crossing her arms in the most adorable show of rebellion.
Daddy walked closer, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “I know you don’t like it, but you’ll be happier when you wait,” he said softly. His tone didn’t erase her stubbornness, but it slowly cooled the storm.
Finally, after a few more huffs and dramatic sighs, Luna gave in—just a little. She peeked over her shoulder, eyes still narrowed but curious. Daddy smiled, holding out his hand.
Luna hesitated, then slowly took it, her anger giving way to reluctant trust. The lesson wasn’t over, but it was a step forward for this fiery little girl.
