The afternoon at Cute Monkey Home was quiet, but something felt heavy in the air. Little Linda, the weakest baby among them, had fallen asleep on the cool floor after a long morning of crying and crawling. Her tiny chest moved slowly, and her hands were still clutching nothing, as if she was dreaming of Mom’s warm hug. Everyone could see Linda was tired, hungry, and fragile today.
ChiChi, however, was in a difficult mood. She wanted Mom’s attention badly and refused to leave her favorite spot. When Mom stood up to prepare food, ChiChi quickly sat down near Linda without noticing how weak Linda looked. Her movement was rough, not because she wanted to hurt Linda, but because jealousy and stubborn feelings had taken over her little heart.
Linda stirred in her sleep, letting out a soft sound, but she was too weak to move away. Seeing this, Mom rushed over with worry on her face. She gently pushed ChiChi aside and lifted Linda carefully into her arms. Linda didn’t cry—she was too exhausted. Her head rested against Mom’s chest, trusting and calm.
ChiChi froze for a moment. Watching Mom focus only on Linda made her emotions change. The anger slowly faded, replaced by confusion and a little guilt. She looked at Linda’s tiny body and realized something was wrong. This time, ChiChi didn’t scream or fight. She sat quietly, eyes following every move Mom made.
Mom laid Linda onto a soft cloth instead of the hard floor and stroked her back until she slept deeper. Then Mom turned to ChiChi, pulling her close and giving her a gentle pat. It was a silent lesson—strength should protect weakness, not press on it.
As the sun lowered, ChiChi stayed near Linda, calmer than before. She didn’t try to sit close again. Instead, she watched, learning in her own slow way. In that quiet moment, Cute Monkey Home felt peaceful again, filled with care, learning, and growing hearts.