Monke and Parents

Both Greg and Janice stared wide-eyed at me, a snarl threatening to spill out of my lips.

"J-Jose… Jionni, son." Greg smiled awkwardly as he continued to pursue physical contact with my fur, and frankly, I wanted nothing of it. "D-don't you remember us?"

"Oh, I remember you two perfectly alright." My frown grew even further as I forcefully snapped my arm back, refusing to let this waste of human space continue touching me. "The same couldn't be said about you to me though. You even got my name wrong. The very child you brought up."

At this point, a vein was threatening to burst in my forehead. I'm not going to lie: I want to clobber these two people and spread their entrails across the street just to get my revenge. But that was going against the agreement me and the leaders of this country had earlier.