Little Bob Bon sat inside the cart, tiny fingers gripping the wooden rail tightly as his eyes followed his dad walking away. At first, he thought Daddy was just stepping aside, maybe to get food or milk. But when Daddy didn’t return right away, Bob Bon’s heart panicked. His small chest rose fast, breaths shaky, and then the crying began—loud, desperate, almost painful to hear. He called out again and again, hoping Daddy would hear and run back to hold him.
The cart rocked as he rolled his body restlessly, tiny feet kicking in frustration. His face turned red with emotion, and tears gathered around his eyes. Every second felt like forever. Bob Bon wasn’t used to being alone—even a moment without Daddy felt like being lost in a big, scary world. He didn’t want toys, he didn’t want food, he only wanted warm arms around him.
A caregiver gently moved closer, trying to soothe him with soft pats on his back. Bob Bon turned, but it wasn’t the face he hoped for. His crying grew stronger, louder—full of anger and sadness mixed together. He wanted Daddy specifically, no one else. His little voice echoed through the room like a heartbreak song.
Minutes later, footsteps approached. Bob Bon heard it before he saw it. His cry paused, head lifting, eyes wide with hope. And there he was—Daddy returning with milk and fruit. Bob Bon instantly reached out, almost jumping into his arms. The tears didn’t stop, but now they were softer, relieved.
Daddy hugged him, whispering comfort as Bob Bon buried his face into his chest, clinging like life itself. Warmth returned to his world. In his tiny heart, everything felt right again. Because to Bob Bon, home wasn’t a place—it was Daddy’s arms.
