Baby monkey BeBe was overwhelmed with frustration. His tiny body shook as he let out loud, angry cries, fists pounding against the ground in a tantrum. His face wrinkled with rage, and tears streaked down his cheeks as he demanded attention in the only way he knew—by screaming louder and louder.
His mother, however, was not swayed. Tired of his endless fussing, she grew stern. Instead of cuddling him right away, she held him firmly, guiding him down against the soft earth to stop his wild kicking. BeBe wriggled and fought, his cries piercing the air, but his mother’s grip stayed steady.
The little one felt betrayed for a moment—why wouldn’t she give in to his tantrum? He screamed harder, thinking his anger might win. But slowly, as his strength faded, he realized her firm touch wasn’t cruel—it was her way of calming him down. His sobs softened into hiccups, his breathing slowed, and the fury in his eyes began to fade.
Finally, when he was still, his mother bent down and nuzzled him, stroking his tiny back. That gentle affection came only after the storm had passed. BeBe, exhausted from crying, melted into her arms, clinging tightly as if he’d never let go.
Though harsh in the moment, his mother’s lesson was clear: tantrums wouldn’t bring love, but calmness would always open the door to her warmth. And in the end, BeBe’s angry cries turned into soft whimpers of relief, safe in the embrace he had wanted all along.
