Baby monkey Yovi woke up with a sharp ache in his tiny belly, and the feeling startled him. His eyes opened wide, confused and uncomfortable, and within seconds his face crumpled. Hunger rushed in fast, turning confusion into panic. He let out a loud cry, his small voice filling the room with urgency and need.
At first, Yovi’s cries were pleading, reaching out for help. Then they became a tantrum. He kicked his little feet, waved his arms wildly, and screamed with all his strength. Waiting felt impossible. To Yovi, food wasn’t just something he wanted. It was something he needed right now to feel safe again.
He crawled forward, then stopped, crying harder. His body shook as tears rolled down his cheeks. Every sound he made was a message for Mom. I’m hungry. Please hurry. The world felt unfair and overwhelming when his tummy was empty.
Mom heard him immediately and rushed in, her heart tightening at the sight. She knelt beside him, speaking softly, but Yovi was already deep in his tantrum. He cried angrily, turning his head away, then reaching toward her again, torn between frustration and longing.
Mom stayed calm. She lifted him gently, holding him close so he could feel her warmth. Yovi cried even louder for a moment, releasing all the hunger and emotion built inside him. His fists clenched, then slowly relaxed as Mom prepared his food.
The moment the milk touched his lips, everything changed. His cries stopped mid-sob. His body softened. The anger melted into relief with every swallow. His breathing slowed, his eyes half-closed, his tears drying quietly.
Mom held him close, feeding him patiently, whispering love into the soft space between breaths. When Yovi finished, he sighed deeply, full and calm at last. His tantrum was gone, replaced by peaceful stillness.
Hunger had made him loud and angry, but love made him quiet again. In Mom’s arms, Yovi learned once more that even the biggest tantrums fade when needs are met with patience, warmth, and gentle care.
