Mason sat on the bamboo bed, swinging his tiny legs and watching the doorway with restless eyes. The house was quiet, too quiet for his liking. Every sound outside made his ears twitch, every shadow made his heart jump. He missed his mom, and waiting felt harder than anything else he had learned so far.
Suddenly, a familiar sound reached his ears. Footsteps. Mason froze for one second, then his face lit up with excitement. He screamed loudly, a sharp, happy cry bursting from his chest. His whole body shook with joy. That sound could only mean one thing. Mom was home.
Without thinking, Mason jumped off the bamboo bed and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. He rushed forward, arms waving wildly, screaming again and again as if calling her closer. His voice echoed through the house, filled with relief, happiness, and love all mixed together.
He almost slipped, but didn’t stop. Nothing could stop him now. When he finally reached her, Mason threw himself forward, clinging tightly to her legs. His screams softened into excited squeaks. His tail flicked back and forth, his heart racing with pure joy.
Mom laughed softly and bent down, lifting him into her arms. Instantly, Mason wrapped himself around her, pressing his face against her chest. The fear and loneliness from earlier vanished. He was safe again. He was whole again.
Mom stroked his back, whispering gently. Mason sighed deeply, the tension leaving his small body. His eyes grew soft, half-closed, still holding on tightly as if afraid she might disappear again.
The bamboo bed was forgotten. The waiting was over. All that mattered was this moment.
For Mason, mom’s return wasn’t just coming home. It was comfort, safety, and love returning all at once. And in her arms, his loud screams finally turned into quiet, happy peace.
