The night was quiet, the soft hum of crickets echoing outside. Inside, little baby monkey Pipu was wide awake — and not happy at all. Daddy had gently lifted him for his nightly cleaning, but the sleepy baby had other plans.
Pipu squirmed in Daddy’s hands, his tiny face wrinkling in frustration. He let out a sharp cry, then another — louder this time. “Eee! Eee!” The sound filled the room. Daddy sighed, smiling patiently. “Okay, okay, my little boy. It’ll only take a minute.”
But Pipu wasn’t convinced. His arms flailed, his tail twitched, and tears began to form in his big brown eyes. He didn’t want the cool towel touching his fur, especially when he was warm and ready to sleep. Daddy tried to calm him, humming softly while wiping his tiny hands and belly.
Still, Pipu’s cries grew louder, his tantrum stronger. He kicked his feet and made little angry chirps — his way of saying, “Stop it, Daddy!” But Daddy knew this was just part of caring for a baby. He continued softly, taking extra care to be gentle.
Finally, after the last wipe, Daddy dried him with a soft cloth and cradled him close. “All done, my boy,” he whispered. The warm comfort of Daddy’s chest slowly calmed Pipu. His cries turned into sniffles, then soft hiccups, and soon he rested his tiny head on Daddy’s arm.
Daddy smiled, kissing the top of his fuzzy head. “See? That wasn’t so bad,” he murmured. The room fell quiet again, filled only with the sound of slow, sleepy breaths.
A few minutes later, Pipu was asleep — his face peaceful, his tantrum forgotten. Daddy tucked him gently into his blanket and whispered, “Good night, little one.”
In that quiet night glow, love spoke louder than any cry. No matter how upset Pipu got, Daddy’s care always brought him back to calm — reminding them both that even the loudest tantrums end with peace in a father’s arms.
