It was a bright morning in the yard, and baby monkey Yuri was in one of her fiery moods again. The sun was soft, the grass still wet from dew, and everything seemed peaceful — except for Yuri’s sharp little cries that echoed through the air.
Mom had just finished cleaning the floor near their resting spot when she tried to come closer to Yuri, hoping to give her a cuddle and check if she wanted some milk. But Yuri, for reasons only she understood, was not in the mood for affection.
The moment Mom reached out her hands, Yuri’s eyes widened, and she screamed so loudly it startled the birds nearby. Her face twisted into a frown, and her little hands waved in the air, trying to push Mom away. She shook her head furiously, making small huffing noises — like a stubborn child refusing bedtime.
Mom paused, blinking in confusion. “What’s wrong, little one?” she seemed to ask with her gentle eyes. But Yuri wasn’t calming down. Her tiny body trembled with temper as she turned her back and stomped her feet on the grass. She looked over her shoulder once, let out another loud shriek, and then sat down with her arms crossed — the perfect picture of a spoiled, dramatic baby.
The scene was almost funny, yet so touching. Even though Yuri’s tantrum was loud, her little eyes shimmered with exhaustion, not anger. Deep down, she just wanted to be left alone for a while — maybe too tired, maybe wanting her mom to understand her feelings.
Mom, patient and loving as ever, didn’t force her anymore. She quietly stepped back, sitting nearby and waiting for Yuri to calm herself. Slowly, the cries softened. Yuri turned around, peeking shyly at Mom as if to say, “Are you still mad at me?”
Mom smiled, and with no words needed, Yuri crawled back to her. Her little hand reached out and touched Mom’s fur, softly this time. In a few moments, she rested her head on Mom’s chest — tantrum forgotten, comfort returned.
Even the loudest cries, in the end, fade into peace when love waits patiently.
