Oh no… the crying would not stop. Nasty BiBi monkey Jasmine screamed with all her strength, her small face red, eyes wet, body stiff with anger. Mom tried everything—soft words, gentle rocking, warm arms—but nothing worked. Jasmine cried harder, louder, as if the whole world had wronged her at once.
She twisted in mom’s arms, pushing away, then clinging back desperately. Her cries were sharp and piercing, filled with frustration she didn’t know how to explain. Hunger, tiredness, jealousy, or simply a bad mood—everything tangled together inside her tiny chest. Jasmine kicked her feet and arched her back, refusing comfort even while begging for it.
Mom’s face showed worry and patience at the same time. She walked slowly, humming softly, bouncing just enough to soothe without forcing. Jasmine screamed back, shaking with emotion, tears rolling nonstop. The room felt tense, heavy with sound. Even the other monkeys nearby stayed quiet, watching the storm.
Mom paused and sat down, holding Jasmine close against her heartbeat. She stopped trying to fix the crying and simply stayed. No rushing. No scolding. Just presence. Jasmine fought for a few more moments, fists clenched, voice cracking, then her cries began to change. The screams softened into sobs. Her body loosened slightly.
Mom wiped Jasmine’s face, whispering reassurance. She offered water, then warmth, then silence. Slowly, Jasmine’s breathing steadied. Her head rested against mom’s chest, still sniffling, but calmer. The anger drained out, leaving exhaustion behind.
After a long while, the crying finally stopped. Jasmine stayed still, eyes heavy, cheeks damp. Mom didn’t move. She knew this moment mattered. Comfort wasn’t loud. It was patient.
That difficult moment wasn’t about being nasty. It was about feelings too big for a small heart. Mom’s struggle wasn’t failure—it was love holding steady through chaos. In the quiet that followed, Jasmine learned something important: even when comfort is hard, mom never gives up.
