It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon in the play area. Baby Titas and his brother Pavpav were sitting together, surrounded by toys, bananas, and soft blankets. Their mom had just stepped outside for a moment, leaving them to play on their own. At first, everything seemed calm—Titas was nibbling a banana while Pavpav explored a toy rope.
But as every caretaker knows, quiet doesn’t always mean peace.
In a split second, Pavpav crawled over to Titas, curious and mischievous. Maybe he wanted the banana, maybe he just wanted attention—but instead of sharing, he bit Titas right on the arm!
Titas froze for a moment, his eyes wide in shock—then came the explosion.
“EEEEKKK!!!” he screamed, his tiny face turning red with anger and pain. He waved his arms and kicked his legs, crying so loudly that even the birds outside startled. Pavpav, realizing what he had done, backed away quickly, his eyes full of guilt.
When mom returned, she found Titas wailing on the floor, pointing at Pavpav as if demanding justice. Pavpav sat quietly in the corner, pretending to look innocent but sneaking nervous glances at his brother.
Mom gently picked Titas up, checking the tiny bite mark on his arm. “Oh, my poor boy,” she whispered, kissing the spot softly. Then she turned to Pavpav and gave him a firm look. “No biting, little one. Be gentle.”
After some cuddles and milk, Titas finally stopped crying, though he still eyed Pavpav with a tiny frown. Pavpav, feeling sorry, crept closer and touched his brother’s hand gently.
Titas huffed, then forgave him with a little hug. The room filled with peace again—two brothers learning that even in anger, love always wins.
