Luna was known as the drama queen of the house, small but loud.
This morning, her world collapsed with one unhappy sip of milk.
She tasted it, frowned deeply, and then exploded into tears.
Her cry was sharp, angry, and full of offended pride.
Daddy rushed over, worried, holding the bottle carefully.
Luna glared at him like he had betrayed her forever.
She screamed louder, pushing the bottle away with tiny hands.
Her face turned red, eyes wet, tail flicking dramatically.
Daddy tried again, warming the milk, shaking it gently.
Luna tasted once more and cried even harder.
This milk was wrong, and she wanted justice immediately.
She arched her back, yelling as if telling a tragic story.
Daddy sighed softly, staying calm despite the noise.
He wiped her tears, speaking gently, offering comfort.
But Luna was committed to her performance, crying with passion.
She wanted delicious milk, not this disappointing excuse.
Minutes felt endless as her cries filled the room.
Finally, Daddy prepared a fresh bottle, slow and careful.
He tested it, smiled, and brought it back hopefully.
Luna paused mid-cry, suspicious but curious enough to try.
One sip changed everything inside her tiny heart.
Her eyes widened, anger melting into surprise and relief.
The crying stopped, replaced by eager, happy drinking sounds.
Her body relaxed, drama fading as comfort returned.
Daddy chuckled quietly, brushing her head with affection.
Luna drank until full, then sighed like a tired actress.
She rested against him, calm, milk-drunk, and peaceful.
The anger vanished as quickly as it appeared.
Daddy kissed her gently, understanding her big emotions.
Luna closed her eyes, satisfied at last.
Even drama queens just want love, comfort, and yummy milk.
In Daddy’s arms, Luna felt safe, heard, and adored.
The house grew quiet, her performance finally complete.
Tomorrow, another drama would come, but love would always win again for Luna.
