In the quiet warmth of the kitchen, A Tong, a little monkey with a lively spirit, sat on the counter, his eyes glued to his mom as she prepared his milk. His tiny belly rumbled audibly, and he let out an impatient squeak, making it abundantly clear he was starving and couldn’t wait a second longer.
Mom, calm and composed, carefully measured the formula into a bottle. A Tong, however, wasn’t having it. He hopped from side to side, clapping his little hands and letting out a series of chirps and squeals. “Hold on, A Tong,” Mom said with a chuckle, glancing at him. “I’m almost done.”
But A Tong didn’t think she was fast enough. His expressive face scrunched up in frustration as he leaned closer, watching the milk swirl in the bottle. He reached out, trying to grab it, only for Mom to gently move it out of his reach. “Patience, little one,” she teased.
The little monkey pouted, tapping his tiny feet on the counter. His anticipation only grew as Mom shook the bottle, mixing the formula thoroughly. When she finally tested the temperature on her wrist, A Tong couldn’t contain himself any longer. He let out a loud squeal, bouncing excitedly.
“All right, all right!” Mom said, laughing as she handed him the bottle. A Tong snatched it eagerly, cradling it in his little hands as he began drinking with gusto. His eyes closed in bliss, and his tail twitched happily as he enjoyed his warm, comforting meal.
Mom watched with a smile, gently stroking his head. “See? Good things come to those who wait,” she said softly. But A Tong, entirely absorbed in his milk, wasn’t listening—he was too busy savoring every drop.
