Lala had made up her mind—this time, she wasn’t going to share anything. Not her snacks, not her toys, not even her favorite blanket. Ever since the baby monkey arrived, Lala felt like everything that once belonged to her was slowly being taken away.
At first, it was small things. Mom would gently ask Lala to share her fruit with the baby, or let the little monkey play with her toys “just for a while.” But “a while” always felt too long. The baby monkey would giggle, make a mess, and sometimes even break things. Lala tried to be patient, but deep inside, she felt frustrated and overlooked.
One afternoon, when Mom once again suggested that Lala share her favorite snack, Lala crossed her arms tightly and shook her head. “No!” she said firmly. “It’s mine. I don’t want to share anymore.” Her voice was louder than she expected, but she didn’t take it back.
Mom looked surprised but didn’t scold her. Instead, she calmly sat beside Lala and asked, “Why do you feel this way?” For a moment, Lala stayed silent. Then, all her feelings came pouring out. She talked about how things had changed, how she felt like she wasn’t as important anymore, and how the baby always seemed to come first.
The baby monkey, unaware of the tension, waddled closer and reached out with tiny hands, smiling innocently. Lala looked at the little one and hesitated. She wasn’t angry at the baby—just hurt.
Mom gently explained that loving the baby didn’t mean loving Lala any less. In fact, Lala was still just as special, and sharing was a way to show kindness, not to lose something.
Lala sighed, still unsure, but slowly she broke her snack in half and handed a piece to the baby monkey. It wasn’t easy, but it was a start.
That day, Lala learned that sharing didn’t mean giving everything away—it meant making space for love to grow.
