The gentle sound of running water filled the small bathroom as Mommy prepared a warm bath for little Minea, her tiny baby monkey. The evening was quiet, the soft glow of a light bulb making the room feel calm and cozy. Mommy tested the water temperature with her hand — just warm enough, not too hot.
Minea sat on the tiled floor nearby, watching with big curious eyes. Her tiny tail twitched as she listened to the water splash into the bucket. She didn’t know what was coming, but she trusted Mommy completely. Her fur was dusty from a long day of playing, and a little bit of banana stuck near her cheek made her look extra silly.
“Alright, sweetheart,” Mommy said softly, smiling as she lifted Minea. “Time to get clean.”
The moment her little feet touched the warm water, Minea squeaked in surprise! Her tiny hands grabbed Mommy’s arm for balance, but when she realized it wasn’t scary, her fear turned into joy. She splashed the water gently, her face lighting up with the cutest giggle.
Mommy laughed too, her heart melting. She poured a small cup of warm water over Minea’s back, washing away the dirt and sweat. The baby monkey shivered a little, then leaned closer, enjoying the warmth. Mommy rubbed her fur gently with her fingers, making soft bubbles that floated on the surface.
Minea blinked up at Mommy, eyes sparkling with happiness. She tilted her head, touching Mommy’s cheek with her wet hand as if to say, “Thank you.”
When it was time to rinse, Mommy held her close and whispered, “Good girl, almost done.” She poured the last bit of clean water over her head, and Minea squealed — not from fear, but from playful delight. She even tried to catch the falling droplets, her giggles echoing through the room.
After the bath, Mommy wrapped her in a soft towel, cuddling her tightly. The little one nestled against her chest, smelling fresh and sweet. Her tiny fingers held onto the towel as her eyelids began to droop.
Mommy smiled, rocking her gently. “My clean little girl,” she whispered.
Minea let out one soft sigh, curling up in Mommy’s arms — warm, safe, and loved beyond words.
