The tiny monkey was beside herself with impatience. Her little stomach rumbled, and her cries echoed through the room — sharp, desperate, and full of anger. Daddy was preparing her milk as quickly as he could, but to the hungry baby, every second felt like forever.
She stomped her tiny feet, waved her arms, and screamed at the top of her lungs, her face red with frustration. “I’m hungry now!” her cries seemed to say. Daddy tried to calm her, smiling through her tantrum, but she only grew louder. Her eyes filled with tears, and she glared at him as if he were the meanest dad in the world for taking so long.
Finally, Daddy brought the bottle closer. Instantly, her mood changed — those furious cries turned into soft whimpers as she grabbed the bottle and began drinking greedily. Each gulp seemed to melt her anger away, her body relaxing with relief. Daddy chuckled, shaking his head. “So impatient, my little princess,” he whispered.
Within minutes, her tummy was full, and her eyelids began to droop. The fiery, angry baby from moments ago was now a peaceful angel, resting against Daddy’s chest. Her little hand still held the bottle tightly, as if afraid he might take it away again.
Daddy smiled, brushing a tiny strand of fur from her face. He knew that no matter how angry she got, all she ever wanted was love — and milk, of course. In that quiet moment, as she drifted into sleep, all the anger faded, leaving behind only warmth, trust, and the sweetest kind of peace that only a full belly and a loving heart can bring.
