The poor little monkey had never felt water on his body before. When Mom prepared a small basin for his very first bath, his wide eyes showed nothing but fear. The moment his tiny toes touched the cool water, he squealed loudly, clinging tightly to anything near him as if his life depended on it.
His chest rose and fell quickly, tiny hands trembling as he tried to climb back out. To him, this wasn’t just a bath—it was something strange, frightening, and new. His cries echoed around the room, heartbreaking yet innocent, as though he was pleading, “Please, Mom, don’t make me do this!”
Mom, however, remained gentle and calm. She stroked his fur softly, speaking to him in a soothing voice. Her touch reminded him he wasn’t alone. Slowly, she poured warm water over his back, careful not to startle him further. Though his cries continued, he began to feel the comfort in her hands.
The soap bubbles tickled his skin, and though he was still scared, the loving care from Mom helped him endure. His tantrum eased into soft whimpers, and little by little, his body relaxed. When the bath was finally over, he wrapped himself tightly in a warm towel, snuggling into Mom’s chest with relief.
That day, the poor baby monkey faced his first bath with fear, but also with courage he didn’t know he had. Even through tears, he learned that every scary moment feels smaller when Mom is by his side.
