Na-s-t-y Minea Anqry Yuri Until Got A Fight B-i-t-e And Pushing Yur’s Head Making Mom Shocked
It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon. The toys were out, the sun peeked through the window, and Mom finally sat down with her tea for five minutes of peace. But that peace shattered fast—because Minea and Yuri were at it again.
It started small. Yuri had taken the last banana slice from the snack plate. Minea saw it. She had her eye on that piece since snack time began. Her face tightened, her tiny hands clenched, and her voice rose.
“YURI! That was mine!” she yelled.
Yuri shrugged, chewing without a care. “You were too slow.”
That was all it took.
Minea stomped across the room, her little feet thudding like a storm. “You always do this! You always take everything!”
Yuri smirked. “Maybe because I’m faster.”
That was the wrong answer.
SNAP! In a flash, Minea launched herself at him—screaming, wild, and n-a-s-t-y. She bit his shoulder hard enough to make him yelp, then pushed him back with both hands, her fingers landing right on his forehead.
THUMP! Yuri fell back onto the playmat, shocked, holding his head.
Mom ran into the room, eyes wide with panic. “WHAT is going on in here?!”
She saw Yuri rubbing his head and Minea standing there, breathing hard, face red, still fuming like a volcano about to blow again.
“Minea!” Mom gasped. “Did you bite your brother?!”
“He stole my snack!” Minea shouted, tears mixing with anger. “He always does that!”
Mom rushed to check Yuri, who was still sniffling but okay. She turned back to Minea, her voice firm now. “That is NOT how we handle problems. We do not bite. We do not push people’s heads.”
“But—”
“No buts,” Mom said. “We use words. We ask for help. Not fighting.”
Minea’s angry face slowly crumbled into tears. “I just wanted the banana…”
Mom knelt down and hugged her. “I know. But hurting someone doesn’t fix anything.”
Minea peeked at Yuri. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
Yuri blinked, then nodded. “Next time I’ll share… maybe.”
Mom sighed, sipping her cold tea. “You two are going to give me gray hair.”
And just like that, the storm passed—for now.
