Yuri was having one of her moody days again. The morning started peacefully, but the moment mom asked her to behave, everything changed. Yuri didn’t like rules—not today, not when she wanted attention her own way. When mom gently stopped her from being dramatic and naughty, Yuri burst into tears, loud and heartbreaking, echoing through the room like a tiny storm with no warning.
She rolled on the floor, kicking her legs, voice cracking as she screamed. Her eyes were full of pity and confusion, as if discipline felt like the end of the world. Mom stood nearby, calm but firm, knowing that sometimes love means saying no. She didn’t yell back; she simply watched, guiding her slowly, hoping Yuri would understand. Little monkeys have big feelings, and sometimes those feelings overflow like a cup too full to hold.
Mom reached out to pick Yuri up, but she pushed away, still crying with all her strength. Her little chest rose and fell quickly, breath shaky as she continued to cry loudly. It wasn’t anger alone—deep inside, she wanted comfort, but also wanted her way. Mom gently set her back on her feet, speaking softly, reminding Yuri that tantrums don’t solve everything. Yuri didn’t listen at first; she kept screaming, tiny tears shining like glass beads. Discipline felt unfair to her small heart.
After a long while, her energy faded. Her cries softened to whimpers, then sniffles. Mom slowly opened her arms. Yuri hesitated, then finally leaned into her, hugging tightly with trembling hands. That warmth melted the last of her anger. Mom kissed her head, whispering, “Good girl, calm now.”
In the safe rhythm of her mother’s heartbeat, Yuri fell quiet. Lessons are hard, especially when you’re small—but love always waits, patient and steady, until the storm inside settles.
