ChiChi only wanted comfort. That morning, she waddled toward Pavpav with gentle eyes and open arms, hoping for a soft hug. She leaned into him quietly, resting her tiny head against his chest the way she often did when she needed reassurance. But Pavpav was in one of his naughty, restless moods, full of impatience and rough energy he didn’t know how to control.
Instead of returning the hug, Pavpav pushed her away sharply and scolded her with loud gestures and angry sounds. ChiChi froze. She didn’t understand what she had done wrong. Her hands stayed in the air for a second before slowly falling back to her sides. Her eyes filled with tears, and her lower lip trembled as the hurt sank in.
She sat down quietly, much smaller than before, tail curled close to her body. The warmth she expected turned into cold confusion. Her soft cry followed, not loud or dramatic, but broken and sad. It was the cry of a baby who felt rejected while only trying to love.
Mom noticed immediately. She stepped in, separating Pavpav and guiding him away with firm but calm discipline. Pavpav looked down, realizing he had gone too far. Meanwhile, Mom lifted ChiChi gently, rocking her and wiping her tears. ChiChi clung tightly, pressing her face into Mom’s shoulder, crying out everything she couldn’t explain.
After a moment, Pavpav returned slowly, quieter now. He reached out carefully, touching ChiChi’s back in a shy apology. ChiChi peeked at him through wet eyes. She didn’t pull away. She leaned closer instead.
Sometimes babies hurt each other without meaning to. What matters is learning kindness — and knowing love is still there.
