Yaya, the little baby monkey, had one of her loudest tempers today. Everything started when Dad gently told her to wait before getting her bottle of milk. Yaya didn’t like that answer at all. Her tiny face turned red, her eyes widened with frustration, and in the next second, she let out a piercing scream that echoed all over the house.
Instead of calming down, Yaya threw herself onto the ground, rolling and pounding her little fists in protest. Her voice grew louder and louder, filling every corner of the room. Dad tried to calm her with soft words, but Yaya didn’t want to listen. She turned her back, kicking her legs and screaming as if the world had betrayed her.
The ground became her stage, and Yaya made sure her anger was seen and heard. Her little body shook with every cry, her tail flicked in annoyance, and she refused to let anyone touch her. Even when Dad bent down to offer a cuddle, she pushed away, continuing her dramatic performance.
Mom peeked in, trying not to laugh at the sight. It was hard not to smile—Yaya looked both pitiful and adorable, even in her anger. Finally, Dad picked her up gently despite her resistance. At first, she screamed louder, but as his arms wrapped around her, the warmth began to soften her fury.
Her cries slowly turned into soft whimpers. Yaya rested her head on Dad’s shoulder, still sniffing, but her anger faded with every comforting pat. Deep down, all she wanted was love and reassurance.
Though the tantrum had shaken the house, it ended with quiet peace—reminding everyone that Yaya, no matter how strong her anger, was still just a baby longing for comfort.
