The early morning air was still and quiet, except for one tiny but powerful sound — the sharp cries of a newborn baby monkey who had completely lost her patience. Her name was Nini, and at only a few days old, she already had the loudest voice in the whole nursery.
Daddy was just a little late with her milk bottle that morning. He was carefully warming it to the perfect temperature, humming softly as he worked. But to Nini, every second felt endless. She wanted milk now.
“Eee! Eee! EEEE!” she shrieked, kicking her tiny legs and waving her arms in frustration. Her face scrunched up into the angriest little expression, her tail flicking against the blanket. Daddy peeked around the corner, smiling softly at the scene.
“Alright, alright, little fireball, I’m coming,” he said gently. But Nini didn’t believe him. Her cries grew even louder, echoing through the room like a tiny storm. Her whole body shook with determination, her lips quivering as she demanded attention.
When Daddy finally arrived, holding the warm bottle, Nini turned her head away dramatically — as if to say, ‘Too late!’ But the moment she smelled the milk, her fury melted. She reached out with both hands, clinging to the bottle, and began to drink greedily.
Within moments, her angry squeaks turned into soft, happy hums. Her little eyes fluttered halfway closed, her face relaxing into peace.
Daddy chuckled quietly, stroking her tiny back. “See? Milk always wins.”
Nini finished every drop before curling into his palm, sighing in sleepy satisfaction. The storm was over, replaced by calm breathing and a faint smile.
And as the morning sun rose, Daddy whispered, “Even my little temper queen looks like an angel when she’s full.
