The tiny newborn monkey wriggled in the caregiver’s hands, her face scrunched into the angriest little expression anyone had ever seen. She had been peacefully napping on her mother’s chest when the caregiver gently picked her up for her evening shower. But the moment the first drop of warm water touched her fur, the drama began.
She kicked her tiny feet in protest, her tail twitching with outrage. Her soft newborn cries echoed through the room—high-pitched, sharp, and full of disbelief. How dare anyone disturb her comfort? How dare they wet her perfect little fur? She glared up at the caregiver with the smallest, most furious eyes, as if she had just been betrayed by the entire world.
The caregiver laughed softly, speaking sweetly to calm her. “It’s just a shower, little one… just a quick wash.” But the newborn wasn’t interested in explanations. She flung her arms in the air, whining louder, trying to crawl back to the safety of her mother’s warmth. The water continued to flow gently over her back, each drop making her puff up with more indignation.
Her mother watched with patient eyes, knowing this tiny storm would soon pass. She reached out, brushing her baby’s cheek with her thumb, and the newborn finally paused her tantrum. She blinked, confused, then leaned her head into her mother’s hand. The caregiver took the chance to rinse the last bit of soap, working quickly while the baby was distracted.
Once the shower ended, the newborn was wrapped in a warm towel. Instantly, her anger melted. She snuggled against her mother’s chest, eyes half-closed, breathing soft and slow. The caregiver stroked her tiny head, smiling at the sudden peace.
For such a tiny creature, her temper was enormous—but her need for love was even bigger.
