Nasty older sister Minea snapped before anyone could stop her. Jealousy burned inside her small chest as she watched mom focus all her attention on little Mako. When Mako leaned closer to mom, Minea’s eyes darkened. The feeling was sharp and painful—she believed mom no longer loved her. That fear turned quickly into anger.
Minea lunged and bit Mako strongly.
Mako screamed in shock and pain, tiny body stiff with fear. The sound cut through the room instantly. Mom rushed forward, pulling Minea away and holding Mako close. Minea froze, then exploded into loud cries, her face twisted with rage and heartbreak. She wasn’t trying to be cruel. She was trying to be seen.
Mom’s voice turned firm. She scolded Minea, setting her down at a distance. That distance hurt more than the discipline. Minea screamed louder, pounding the floor, tears streaming freely. To her, the bite was a desperate message: Don’t forget me.
Mako sobbed quietly in mom’s arms, trembling but safe. Mom checked the bite carefully, soothing him with gentle words and kisses. Every second of comfort Mako received felt like another cut to Minea’s heart. She screamed again, voice cracking, jealousy mixing with regret.
After calming Mako, mom turned back to Minea. She knelt down, meeting her eyes. Her voice softened, but her message stayed clear. Biting was wrong. Hurting was not love. Minea shook with sobs, anger finally draining away, replaced by shame and fear that she had lost mom forever.
Mom opened her arms slowly.
Minea hesitated, then collapsed forward, crying hard against mom’s chest. Her small body shook as she clung tightly, afraid to let go. Mom held her firmly, reassuring her that love does not disappear, even when it must be shared.
That painful moment became a lesson written in tears. Minea learned that jealousy can hurt others—and herself. Love is not taken by force. It is held by trust. And even after ugly mistakes, a mother’s arms can still be warm enough to forgive and guide a hurting heart back to safety.
