The little boy monkey had been restless all morning. His tiny belly was rumbling, and his patience was thinner than ever. Daddy had just finished preparing his warm milk bottle, but before giving it to him, he gently tried to remove the small plastic cap on top. It was a normal part of the routine—but to the hungry little boy, it felt like a delay he simply could not accept.
The moment Daddy tried to take off the cap, the tiny monkey lunged forward with both hands. His fingers wrapped around the cap tightly, and he pulled with all the strength his little body had. His face scrunched with frustration, lips trembling, and his tail flicked in irritation.
Daddy tried to explain softly, “Wait, baby… Daddy must open it first.” But the little boy didn’t want to hear a thing. He was convinced Daddy was taking his milk away.
He let out a sharp cry, then another, louder each second. His tiny feet kicked against Daddy’s arm as he pulled the bottle closer to his chest, refusing to let go. His eyes grew wet with tears, and a fierce determination burned inside them. He didn’t care about the cap—he just wanted the milk now.
Daddy attempted to calm him down, stroking his back gently, but the little one only tightened his grip. His cries changed into heartbroken screams, his entire body shaking with fear that he might lose the warm milk he desperately needed.
Finally, Daddy managed to ease the bottle from his tiny hands just long enough to pop the cap off. Immediately, he returned it to the little boy, placing the nipple safely into his eager mouth.
The crying stopped instantly.
The little boy drank fast, tiny gulp after tiny gulp, his body relaxing with each swallow. He clung to Daddy with one hand while drinking, as if making sure the milk wouldn’t disappear again.
In that moment, all the fear, frustration, and tears melted into relief. All he wanted… was his milk, and Daddy understood.
