Chamroeun was in one of his nastiest moods this morning. From the moment he opened his eyes, nothing seemed to please him. Dad had just come back from the kitchen, carrying a bottle of warm milk, carefully prepared with love. Normally, Chamroeun would be excited, his little hands reaching eagerly for the bottle. But today, things were very different.
The moment Dad held the bottle in front of him, Chamroeun threw his head back and screamed loudly. His sharp cries echoed through the house, making it clear he wasn’t happy at all. He didn’t want to wait, didn’t want to be held patiently—he wanted the milk directly, right now, in his own demanding way.
He reached out with his tiny hands, grabbing at Dad’s shirt and pulling strongly, his eyes glaring with stubborn insistence. Dad tried to calm him, speaking softly and patting his back, but Chamroeun only screamed louder, stamping his little feet in frustration. The sound was almost unbearable, a tantrum fueled by hunger and impatience.
Finally, Dad gave in to his little rascal’s demand, holding him close and gently offering the bottle. Chamroeun immediately stopped screaming, his cries replaced with soft sucking sounds as he drank quickly. His body relaxed in Dad’s arms, and his big eyes softened with relief.
Dad couldn’t help but smile, though he shook his head at how spoiled and demanding Chamroeun had become. The naughty little monkey knew exactly how to get what he wanted—by being loud and dramatic.
As the milk bottle emptied, Chamroeun leaned against Dad’s chest, full and satisfied, as if nothing had happened. For Dad, it was another reminder that raising a baby monkey wasn’t just about feeding—it was about patience, love, and handling all the noisy little dramas along the way.
