It was a peaceful afternoon at home, with sunlight filtering through the window and a gentle breeze swaying the curtains. Baby monkey Minea was sitting on her dad’s lap, looking curious and calm. Dad thought it would be sweet to let her spend some time with her older sister, Monica, who was sitting nearby chewing on a small piece of fruit. He smiled warmly and said, “Minea, go sit with Monica. Be nice, girls.”
He gently placed Minea beside Monica on the soft blanket spread across the floor. At first, both seemed calm. Minea glanced shyly at her sister, her tiny fingers playing with the edge of the blanket. But then — out of nowhere — Monica’s mood changed. Her tail flicked sharply, her eyes narrowed, and she suddenly reached out, giving Minea a light push.
Startled, Minea squealed loudly and stumbled back, her eyes wide with confusion. Dad quickly leaned forward, not believing what he was seeing. “Monica! What are you doing?” he exclaimed. But Monica wasn’t done; she made a grumpy little growl and reached to grab Minea’s toy banana, clutching it tightly as if to say, “This is mine!”
Minea began to cry, her tiny voice trembling with sadness. She didn’t understand why her sister was being mean. She just wanted to sit close, to play together. Dad’s heart ached as he picked her up immediately, patting her back softly. “It’s okay, Minea… don’t cry, sweet girl.”
Meanwhile, Monica sat back with a guilty expression, realizing she’d gone too far. Dad looked at her firmly but with love. “You must be kind, Monica. She’s your little sister.” Monica blinked slowly, her anger fading as she noticed Minea’s tears.
A few quiet moments passed before Monica reached over hesitantly and touched Minea’s hand, as if apologizing. Dad smiled with relief, though still a bit shocked by the outburst. He rubbed both their heads gently and said, “That’s better. Sisters should care for each other.”
Soon, the fight was forgotten. The two girls leaned against Dad’s arms, Minea sucking her thumb and Monica grooming her sister’s fur softly. The house returned to peace, filled only with the soft sound of forgiveness and family love.
