The air was filled with tiny cries as the newborn baby monkey lay curled up in his mom’s arms. His soft fur was still new, his little hands gripping tightly onto his mother’s chest. He was peaceful, safe, and loved.
But not everyone was happy about it.
Minea stood nearby, watching with narrowed eyes.
She had always been the little princess, the one always held, cuddled, and spoiled. But now? This tiny baby had taken her place.
Her face twisted in anger. Her small fingers clenched into fists. And then—she snapped.
“Eeeeehhhhh!!!” Minea screamed at the top of her lungs, stomping her feet. Her mother looked at her, confused.
But Minea didn’t wait. She ran forward, swiping her tiny hand—straight at the newborn’s head!
The little baby yelped, his tiny body trembling in shock. His mother gasped, pulling him closer to protect him.
“Minea! What are you doing?!”
But Minea didn’t care. She wanted attention. She wanted love. And she wanted it now.
Mom turned to Minea with a firm voice. “Enough! This is your little brother! You must be gentle.”
Minea froze, her breath shaky. She didn’t like the scolding, but she hated seeing her mom cuddle the newborn even more.
Her lips trembled. She sniffled. Then—she threw herself onto the ground, crying angrily.
Her mom sighed. She understood.
