Little baby monkey A Tong had always been full of personality—even as a newborn. His expressions were dramatic, his cries louder than any of the other babies, and his reactions… well, they could change in seconds.
Today, something was wrong. A Tong had woken up fussy, his little face scrunched, eyebrows furrowed, and his lips trembling into a pout. He let out a loud, dramatic cry that echoed through the room. His tiny fists were clenched, feet kicking the air in protest. Mom was just a step away, but A Tong didn’t want to wait.
He was angry.
He made his frustration very clear—his mouth opened wide, his face turned red, and a high-pitched cry exploded as if the whole world had betrayed him. Mom gently leaned in to comfort him, but A Tong wasn’t ready to calm down just yet. He pushed back with his hands, eyes squeezed shut, cheeks puffed in protest.
“Okay, okay, my little king,” Mom whispered softly, lifting him gently and holding him close to her chest.
But A Tong wasn’t finished showing his feelings. He gave a few more dramatic wails, turning his head away with flair. It was as if he was scolding Mom for being even one second too late.
Finally, after warm cuddles, slow rocking, and a soft song in his ear, A Tong began to settle. His body relaxed, his little hands unclenched, and his breathing slowed. His eyes blinked open, looking up at Mom—no more anger, just quiet trust.
Wrapped in a cozy blanket, he let out one final soft sigh and tucked his head against her heart.
Even in his most dramatic moments, A Tong knew Mom’s love would always find a way to calm his storm.