It was supposed to be snack time, calm and cheerful like always. Chamroeun had just climbed onto the little table in the corner of the living room, waiting for his banana slices. He was humming softly, proud of himself for getting there without help.
But behind him came Minea, full of energy and attitude. She didn’t want to wait her turn—and she certainly didn’t want to share.
As Chamroeun sat, Minea jumped up beside him with a glare. “Move!” she squeaked, puffing up her tiny chest.
Chamroeun turned around, surprised. “I was here first!”
In a flash, Minea shoved her head against Chamroeun’s back, trying to push him aside. He squealed and grabbed the table edge to stay balanced. But she wasn’t done. She reached out and pulled his little arm, too strong for his weight.
With a loud yelp, Chamroeun tumbled off the table, landing on the soft rug with a thud. His wide eyes filled with tears as he clutched his elbow and whimpered.
The noise made Mom rush in. She saw Chamroeun on the ground and Minea still standing on the table, looking guilty but defiant.
“Minea!” Mom gasped. “That was very nasty. We don’t hurt our siblings!”
Minea froze. She looked at Chamroeun, saw him crying, and her tough expression started to melt.
“Sorry…” she mumbled, jumping down slowly. She stood beside him and nervously offered her banana slice.
Chamroeun took it without a word, still sniffling.
Mom sighed and hugged them both. “We share, we play nice, and we protect each other,” she said softly.
Even the naughtiest monkeys have lessons to learn—and sometimes, a fall teaches more than a thousand words. 🐒💛🐾
