The room was filled with loud, heartbreaking cries as baby monkey Jasmin threw herself into full dramatic protest.
She was hungry.
Very hungry.
And in her tiny opinion, Mom was taking far too long.
“AHHHH! AHHHH!”
Her cries echoed everywhere as tears streamed down her cheeks. She rolled on the floor, kicking her little legs and waving her tiny hands like the world had completely betrayed her.
She wanted milk.
Now.
Not one minute later.
Not after waiting.
Now.
Her small face turned red with anger and sadness, her lips trembling between loud sobs. Every second felt endless to her hungry little heart.
“Mama! Mama!”
She cried louder, looking toward the kitchen where Mom was still preparing her bottle.
To Jasmin, this delay was a serious emergency.
The most painful injustice of the day.
She rolled again, making sure nobody could ignore her suffering. Her tiny body twisted dramatically, full of hunger and frustration, while her tears made everything look even more tragic.
Mom heard every second of it.
“I’m coming, Jasmin!” she called softly, trying to hurry.
But Jasmin was not impressed.
She screamed again, demanding faster service.
Finally—
The bottle was ready.
Mom rushed over and scooped her up into warm arms.
Jasmin clung tightly, still crying, but now her little sobs were full of relief instead of anger.
The moment the bottle touched her lips, silence.
Peace.
She drank eagerly, her whole body relaxing with every gulp. Her tears still clung to her cheeks, but the storm had passed.
Mom kissed her softly. “Such a dramatic little girl.”
And Jasmin, now safe and fed, looked completely innocent.
Because sometimes, for a hungry baby monkey—
Waiting five extra minutes feels like the greatest tragedy ever written.
