Evening bath time arrives just as the sky begins to dim, and once again, Baby Monkey Yumi senses what’s coming. 🐒🛁 The moment the routine starts, her little face changes. Those big, expressive eyes look up with a mix of curiosity and worry, as if she’s silently asking, “Is it really bath time already?” Yumi remembers past baths very well, and her emotions always arrive before the water does.
At first, Yumi tries to delay the inevitable. She clings tightly to Cici, wrapping her tiny arms around her caregiver’s neck, refusing to let go. 🥺 Every movement toward the bathroom is met with soft whimpers and dramatic sighs. Yumi isn’t loud yet—this is her warning stage. She shifts her weight, turns her head away from the tub, and presses her face into Cici’s shoulder, hoping bath time might somehow disappear.
When the water starts running, Yumi’s protest grows stronger. The gentle splash echoes in the room, and her grip tightens. Her lips tremble, and her eyes shine with emotion. She lets out a small cry, not angry but deeply uncertain. Cici responds with calm patience, speaking softly and holding Yumi close. The reassurance helps, but Yumi still hesitates. Change is hard, especially at the end of a long day.
As Yumi’s feet touch the warm water, the tension peaks. 😢 She stiffens, letting out a louder complaint as if to say, “I told you I didn’t want this!” Her body leans backward in resistance, and her little hands search for something—anything—to hold onto. For a moment, it seems like tonight’s protest might be stronger than ever.
Then something shifts. The warmth of the water surrounds her, and the fear slowly melts away. The cries soften into quiet murmurs. Yumi’s breathing steadies as she feels the gentle support under her feet. She looks down, watching tiny ripples move around her toes, and curiosity begins to replace worry. 🫧
Cici carefully pours water over Yumi’s back, each motion slow and reassuring. Soon, Yumi starts to relax, her shoulders dropping as she accepts the bath. A tiny splash escapes her hand, followed by a surprised look—and then a shy smile. The protest is over. 🥰
By the end of bath time, Yumi is calm and clean, her fur soft and fluffy. Wrapped in a warm towel, she snuggles into Cici, completely transformed from the worried baby she was minutes before. Evening bath time may begin with protests, but it always ends with comfort, trust, and love. 💕🐒