BeeBoy’s scream suddenly echoed through the house, sharp and desperate, stopping everyone in their tracks. He ran in small, frantic circles, one hand instinctively guarding his painful private place, his face twisted with fear and confusion. He didn’t understand what was wrong, only that it hurt badly and the pain would not stop. Each cry was louder than the last, a clear call for the one person who could make everything feel safe again—Mom.
His tiny feet padded across the floor as he searched for her, tears spilling down his cheeks. BeeBoy’s body trembled, not just from pain, but from panic. Every step felt heavy, every second too long. He cried again, a broken sound filled with urgency, hoping Mom would hear and come quickly. The house felt too big, too quiet, and too scary for such a small heart in pain.
When Mom finally rushed in, BeeBoy let out a sob of relief. He reached for her with both arms, crying harder now that she was there. Mom knelt immediately, her face full of worry and love. She spoke softly, calming him while carefully checking what had hurt him. Her gentle hands moved slowly, reassuring him that he was not alone and that she was here.
BeeBoy clung tightly to her, burying his face against her chest. His cries slowly changed from sharp screams into shaky sobs. Mom held him close, rocking him back and forth, whispering comfort until his breathing steadied. The pain was still there, but the fear began to fade.
Soon, BeeBoy relaxed in her arms, exhausted but calmer. His eyes stayed fixed on Mom’s face, trusting her completely. Today, his cries carried pain, but they also carried love. BeeBoy learned again that no matter how bad it hurts, Mom will always hear him and come running.
