A Tong sat on the floor, his tiny hands clenched into fists, his tail twitching with frustration. His mom stood nearby, holding his milk bottle—but she wasn’t giving it to him yet. Instead, she was busy talking to someone, completely ignoring his desperate need for milk.
At first, A Tong waited patiently, his round eyes fixed on the bottle. But as the seconds passed, impatience turned into anger. He stomped his tiny feet, his mouth opening wide as he let out a loud, frustrated cry.
“Milk! Milk!!” he screamed, his tiny voice shaking with emotion.
Still, his mom didn’t react.
A Tong’s little body trembled with rage. He threw himself onto the ground, kicking and flailing his arms. His cries grew louder, echoing through the yard. He rolled onto his back, screaming with all his might.
His mom finally turned to him. “A Tong, stop this tantrum! You need to wait.”
But A Tong refused to listen. He sat up, his face red and wet with tears, and pointed at the bottle. “Now!!” he wailed.
Seeing his dramatic reaction, his mom sighed. She walked over and crouched beside him. “You have to calm down first,” she said, gently wiping his face.
A Tong sniffled, his sobs slowing down. His mom smiled and handed him the bottle. The moment he grabbed it, he shoved the nipple into his mouth and drank eagerly, his body relaxing with each sip.
His mom chuckled. “Such a spoiled little boy.”
A Tong ignored her. Right now, nothing mattered more than his milk!
