Baby Julie was usually playful — climbing, squeaking, and tumbling around the wooden balcony every morning. But today was different. Her tiny chest rose and fell quickly as her emotions swelled like a storm. She sat in the corner, big watery eyes locked on her mother, Lina, who was grooming another little one. Julie’s heart felt heavy, and in her tiny world, it was as though she had been forgotten. She let out a trembling cry — soft at first, then growing louder, raw with feeling. Her whole body expressed it, arms reaching toward Lina as if the whole jungle needed to know how upset she was.
Lina noticed the sudden call and turned her head. Julie’s face was scrunched with frustration and sadness mixed together. She stomped her little feet, tail flicking, as though demanding attention she believed she deserved. Lina walked closer, but not fast enough for emotional Julie. She threw herself back dramatically, as if her sorrow was too big for her tiny body to hold. The wind rustled leaves around them like nature was whispering comfort.
Mom finally reached her, touching Julie’s head gently. Yet Julie pushed her hand away, still upset, wanting mom but also wanting mom to work for her forgiveness. She turned her face aside, sniffing loudly, making sure her feelings were seen. Lina sighed with patience, pulling Julie slowly into her arms. At first Julie resisted — stiff and dramatic — then melted like warm butter, pressing her face into her mother’s chest.
Lina stroked her back with loving care, letting Julie cry her feelings out. Slowly, the sobs softened, replaced by tiny hiccups and a deep sense of comfort. Julie clung tighter, finally calm, feeling safe where she belonged — held close in her mother’s gentle arms.
