A Tong paced in small circles, his tiny feet moving again and again across the familiar floor. The room felt too big, too quiet, and his heart beat faster with every step. He called out for Mom, his voice shaky, rising and falling like waves of worry. Each time he didn’t hear her answer, his nervousness grew stronger.
He stopped, listened, then walked again. Around and around he went, glancing at the doorway, hoping she would appear. His hands rubbed together, his tail twitching slightly, showing how unsettled he felt. A Tong wasn’t hurt, but something inside him felt wrong. He needed reassurance. He needed her.
Earlier, Mom had stepped away to finish her chores, trusting that A Tong would be fine for a moment. But to him, a moment felt endless. Memories of being alone crept into his thoughts, making his chest feel tight. He called again, louder this time, his voice filled with urgency and fear.
Finally, Mom heard him. She hurried back, her footsteps quick and familiar. The instant A Tong saw her, he froze. His eyes widened, and his pacing stopped. He let out a small cry and rushed toward her, clinging tightly to her leg.
Mom bent down and scooped him into her arms. She held him close, rocking gently, whispering soft words meant only for him. A Tong’s breathing slowed. His tense body softened. The nervous energy melted away as he pressed his face against her shoulder.
Mom stroked his back, letting him know she was there, that she hadn’t left him. A Tong sighed deeply, his calls turning into quiet murmurs. The world felt safe again.
In her arms, A Tong learned fear passes when love returns. Even nervous steps circle endlessly, a mother’s presence brings stillness and peace to his heart forever.
