Debina lay curled on the cold floor, her tiny body shivering as the night air wrapped around her like ice.
She was too small to understand why the warmth was gone, only that her skin felt strange and her chest felt tight.
Soft whimpers escaped her lips, growing louder with every shake.
Her little hands searched blindly, grasping the empty air where her mother should be.
“Mama…” her cry seemed to say, weak but desperate.
The cold crept deeper, making her cry harder.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the dust beneath her.
Debina tried to sit up, but her strength was fading.
Fear filled her tiny heart as she called again, louder this time, begging for help.
Each cry echoed with pain, loneliness, and hope.
Somewhere nearby, her mother heard it.
That sound pierced straight through her heart.
She rushed back, eyes wide with worry, searching frantically.
When she saw Debina trembling on the floor, she let out a soft call of relief.
She scooped her baby close, wrapping her arms around the shaking body.
Warmth slowly returned as Debina pressed her face into her mother’s chest.
The crying softened into quiet sobs, then gentle breaths.
Her mother licked her gently, sharing heat, love, and comfort.
Debina’s body relaxed at last.
The cold no longer hurt.
She felt safe again, protected by the one voice she trusted most.
Her tiny fingers clutched her mother’s fur, afraid to let go.
The night grew calmer.
Debina’s eyes slowly closed as exhaustion took over.
Her mother stayed still, refusing to move, guarding her warmth carefully.
In that quiet moment, fear melted away.
A small cry had brought a mother running.
Love had defeated the cold.
And Debina slept peacefully, wrapped in warmth, knowing she was never alone.
