The morning started peacefully, but little HiuHiu was already in a bad mood. His tiny tummy rumbled with hunger, and he knew exactly what he wanted — his warm, sweet milk. But Daddy Monkey was running late!
At first, HiuHiu sat patiently, blinking his big eyes and waiting. A few minutes passed… still no milk. His patience started to melt away like morning dew. His lips curled, his tail twitched, and a tiny “Eee! Eee!” sound came out — soft at first, then louder, sharper, and angrier.
“Daddy! Milk!” his cries seemed to say.
Daddy Monkey hurried as fast as he could, warming the milk and shaking the bottle. But HiuHiu couldn’t wait any longer. He crossed his little arms, stomped his feet, and puffed his cheeks like a grumpy baby king. His cries echoed through the room, full of baby frustration.
When Daddy finally arrived, HiuHiu turned his head away dramatically, pretending to ignore him. It was his way of saying, “Too late, Daddy!”
Daddy chuckled softly. “Oh, my little one, are you mad at me?” he said gently, sitting beside him. He offered the bottle, but HiuHiu kept pouting. Only after Daddy rubbed his back and whispered softly did HiuHiu finally give in.
He grabbed the bottle with both hands and began to drink eagerly. The warm milk calmed him instantly. His angry face softened, and soon his eyelids began to droop with sleepiness.
Daddy smiled, lifting him gently into his arms. “You’re still my good boy,” he whispered.
As HiuHiu fell asleep, his tiny hand still clutched the bottle — a little reminder that even angry moments can end with love.
