𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮🐒

It was supposed to be a happy day in the jungle family. The sun was warm, the trees swayed gently, and everyone had gathered to welcome the new baby monkey. She was tiny, soft, and adorable, wrapped in a little banana-leaf blanket. All the grown-up monkeys clapped and smiled. Even Auntie Lala brought fruit as a welcome gift.

But not everyone was smiling.

Hidden behind a bush, little Baby Monkey was watching with big eyes—and a heavy heart. For so long, he had been the only baby. The snuggles, the lullabies, the fruit treats—they all used to be just for him. But now? Everyone was crowded around her.

He peeked again and saw Mama holding the new baby close, whispering and laughing.

Baby Monkey’s chest tightened. “Why is everyone looking at her? What about me?” he whispered.

Later that day, Mama called, “Come say hi to your new sister!”

But Baby Monkey shook his head and turned away. “No. I don’t like her,” he mumbled, hiding under a big leaf. His little tail twitched with frustration.

When Mama found him, she sat down slowly beside him. “Sweetheart, are you feeling a little left out?”

Baby Monkey didn’t answer, but his eyes filled with tears. “You don’t cuddle me like before. You love her more now.”

“Oh, my baby,” Mama said, pulling him into her lap. “I will always love you. Just because I love her too doesn’t mean there’s less love for you.”

“But she gets all the attention…” he sniffled.

Mama gently wiped his tears. “She’s new and tiny, so she needs more help. But you’ll always be my first little monkey. And she’s lucky to have you as her big brother.”

Baby Monkey stayed quiet for a moment, thinking. Slowly, he peeked out at the new baby, who was now sleeping peacefully in a hammock.

“She looks… funny,” he muttered, cracking a tiny smile.

“She’s just wrinkly,” Mama laughed. “Like you were when you were born.”

Baby Monkey giggled and finally whispered, “Can I help feed her tomorrow?”

Mama hugged him tight. “Of course. You’ll be the best big brother.”

It would take time, but Baby Monkey was learning—love doesn’t shrink when shared. It grows. 🐒💛