The quiet afternoon suddenly turned tense. Chamroeun, the gentle little monkey, let out a sharp cry of pain, and everyone quickly noticed why. Minea, usually playful but sometimes too rough, had been nasty in her games and ended up hurting Chamroeun. His tiny body trembled as he clutched himself, his eyes filling with tears, while Minea stood frozen, realizing what she had done.
Monica, the mother figure, rushed over at once. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Chamroeun’s discomfort, and in that instant, her emotions turned into anger—not out of cruelty, but from protectiveness. She turned to Minea, her voice rising in a scolding tone, clearly showing her disappointment. Minea’s playful spirit vanished immediately, her little face dropping, ears low, and eyes filled with guilt.
The room grew heavy with emotion. Chamroeun whimpered softly, still shaken from the pain, while Monica tried to comfort him with gentle strokes and soothing words. At the same time, she made sure Minea understood that her nasty behavior had consequences.
Minea’s tiny hands trembled as she covered her face, upset not only because of the blame but also because she had truly hurt her sibling. The bond between them was strong, but in moments like this, lessons had to be taught. Monica’s anger came from love—she wanted Minea to grow kinder, gentler, and more careful with those around her.
Slowly, Monica’s anger softened once she saw Minea’s regret. She pulled both Minea and Chamroeun closer, holding them tight, reminding them that family means forgiveness too. Though the moment was harsh, it became a lesson in empathy, care, and love.
