Today was full of monkey mischief in the little family. Baby Sangha was playing happily on the soft mat when Mom came over. With a gentle smile, she scooped Baby Sangha up into her arms. Sangha giggled, swinging little arms and kicking tiny legs, clearly enjoying the warmth and comfort of Mom’s embrace. But across the room, Baby TanTan’s tiny eyes grew wide, and a storm seemed to brew in his little heart.
TanTan didn’t understand why Mom was holding Sangha and not him. He had always loved Mom’s hugs, her soft voice, and the way she rocked him gently when he was sleepy. Today, he felt something different—jealousy. His little chest puffed up, and he stomped his tiny feet on the floor. TanTan’s tiny hands reached out, trying to tug Mom’s attention, but Mom was so focused on Sangha’s giggles that she didn’t notice TanTan’s growing frustration.
Anger bubbled inside Baby TanTan. He made little monkey noises, sharp and loud, trying to get Mom to look at him. His face scrunched up, tiny eyebrows furrowed, and he let out a squeal that echoed across the room. Mom, realizing the source of the noise, glanced toward TanTan, who was now hopping from one foot to the other in a display of adorable fury. But Mom’s arms were still wrapped around Baby Sangha, who laughed innocently, completely unaware of the drama unfolding nearby.
TanTan’s feelings of jealousy were strong, but they came from love. He just wanted Mom to notice him, to feel the same warmth that Sangha was feeling. TanTan’s tail twitched with impatience, and he began to climb a small cushion, trying to get higher, to be seen. Mom finally set Sangha down for a moment and walked over to TanTan, lifting him gently. TanTan’s angry squeals turned into a tiny sniffle as Mom held him close, soothing him with soft kisses and gentle pats.
After a few moments, TanTan’s frown melted, and he hugged Mom tightly, still sneaking glances at Baby Sangha to make sure he wasn’t getting too much attention. Mom laughed softly, realizing that jealousy was just another part of TanTan’s growing heart. She held both babies together, their little arms intertwined, and peace returned to the room. Even though TanTan had been so angry, the love between Mom and her babies was stronger than any jealousy, filling the room with warmth, laughter, and tiny monkey cuddles.