In the quiet of the family home, baby monkey Luna clung tightly to her dad’s arm, her tiny face a mix of worry and curiosity. It was her vaccination day—a moment both important and dreaded. Her dad, a gentle yet firm figure, had prepared everything: a clean syringe, the vaccine, and a soothing cloth.
“Alright, Luna,” Dad said softly, placing her on a small table. “This won’t take long, but you have to be a good girl.”
Luna didn’t seem convinced. Her tiny hands gripped his shirt as she whined softly, her round eyes pleading with him to reconsider. But Dad knew this was for her own good.
He gently positioned her, speaking calming words as he cleaned the injection site on her arm with a cotton swab. Luna, sensing something unusual, began to squirm. “Hold still, sweetheart,” Dad coaxed, his voice calm but firm.
As the syringe approached, Luna let out a dramatic squeal, throwing her head back in protest. “Oh, come on, Luna,” Dad chuckled, “It’s not even started yet!”
With practiced care, Dad administered the vaccine quickly and efficiently. Luna screeched at the top of her lungs, her little voice echoing through the room as though she’d just experienced the worst ordeal of her life.
“Drama queen,” Dad muttered affectionately, rubbing the injection site gently. He kissed her forehead and handed her a small treat—a piece of her favorite fruit.
The moment the fruit touched her hands, Luna’s cries softened. She sniffled a little, then began munching, casting Dad a look that seemed to say, “I’ll forgive you this time.”
Dad smiled, relieved it was over. “All done, my brave girl,” he said. Luna clung to him tightly, her ordeal already forgotten as she nestled into his arms.
