Selena woke up with her little belly aching and empty. The room was still quiet, but inside her heart, everything felt loud and urgent. She lifted her head, blinking sleep from her eyes, and let out a small cry. No answer. Her lips trembled, and the cry grew louder, turning desperate. Milk — that was all she wanted. Warm, comforting milk that only Mom could give.
She crawled across the mat, weak but determined, calling again and again. Each cry carried hunger, frustration, and fear mixed together. To Selena, hunger wasn’t just a feeling in her stomach — it felt like the world was unfair and unsafe. She stood up shakily, arms stretching toward the doorway, voice breaking as she called for Mom with everything she had.
Mom was nearby, preparing the milk, but to Selena every second felt like forever. Tears rolled down her tiny face as she cried harder, her body shaking with emotion. She slapped the floor once in anger, then cried again, louder than before. Her hunger turned into a full tantrum, fueled by need and love.
Finally, Mom appeared. The moment Selena saw her, her cries changed — still loud, but now filled with relief. She rushed forward clumsily, nearly tripping, arms wide open. Mom scooped her up instantly, holding her close and whispering softly. Selena clung tightly, burying her face into Mom’s chest, still crying between breaths.
When the bottle touched her lips, everything changed. Selena drank eagerly, little hands gripping the bottle as if afraid it might disappear. Her cries faded into quiet gulps. Her tense body relaxed, eyes slowly closing as warmth and comfort filled her again.
After finishing, Selena let out a long sigh and rested her head against Mom, completely calm. Hunger was gone. Fear was gone. All that remained was love, safety, and the comfort of being held. For Selena, milk wasn’t just food — it was reassurance that she was cared for, always.
