The morning sun was just beginning to shine when Daddy prepared the basin for Chamroeun’s daily bath. Warm water rippled softly, and the soap was ready. But Chamroeun had other plans. The moment he realized what was about to happen, his little body stiffened, and then came the scream—loud, sharp, and full of protest.
He clung tightly to the corner of his blanket, eyes wide with determination. His tail flicked in agitation as if it, too, was begging Daddy to stop. Chamroeun cried and cried, his voice echoing around the room. To him, this wasn’t just another bath—it was an unfair routine he desperately wanted to escape, at least for one day.
Daddy tried to soothe him, speaking gently and reaching out to pick him up. But Chamroeun shook his tiny head, tears streaming down his furry cheeks. He even threw his little arms around Daddy’s leg as if to say, “Please, just today, no bath!” His cries turned into a mixture of moans and squeals, his eyes pleading for mercy.
It was almost comical and heartbreaking at the same time. His tantrum was so dramatic that Daddy paused, unsure whether to laugh or feel sorry for him. The warm water sat waiting, but Chamroeun’s stubbornness only grew stronger.
Finally, Daddy sighed, scooped him up, and held him close. Instead of forcing the bath, he wiped Chamroeun gently with a cloth, whispering, “Okay, my little boy, just this once we’ll skip it.” Chamroeun’s cries slowly softened into sniffles, and he buried his face into Daddy’s chest, satisfied that he had won the battle.
That morning, Chamroeun didn’t just skip a bath—he proved how much determination one tiny monkey could have.
