Selena sat perfectly still, yet the room shook with her scream. Her tiny body didn’t move, but her voice burst out loud and sharp, filling every corner. She was angry with Mom, deeply upset, and she wanted the whole world to know it.
Mom had tried to guide her earlier, setting limits, saying no. To Selena, it felt unfair. Her little heart burned with frustration. She refused to look at Mom now. Instead, she sat stiff and stunningly dramatic, screaming without pause.
Dad noticed immediately. He stepped closer, crouching down with a playful smile. He didn’t rush to stop the noise. He understood. Selena’s scream wasn’t just anger. It was emotion overflowing.
Dad made a silly face. He clapped softly. He tilted his head. For a brief second, Selena paused, shocked. Then another scream came, just as loud, but different. There was curiosity mixed in now.
Dad laughed gently, exaggerating his reactions. He pretended to be scared of her big voice, stepping back with wide eyes. Selena’s scream turned into a strange half-laugh, half-yell. She was still angry, but now she was amused.
She screamed again, testing him. Dad responded with playful gestures, turning her anger into a game. Selena’s shoulders relaxed slightly. Her stiff posture softened. Even while screaming, her eyes sparkled.
Mom watched from nearby, her heart tight but hopeful. She didn’t interrupt. She let Dad help Selena release the storm safely.
Slowly, the screams became shorter. The anger drained out, leaving tired breaths behind. Selena leaned back, exhausted but calmer.
Dad reached out his hands. Selena hesitated, then allowed him to lift her gently. Her head rested on his shoulder. The storm had passed.
Mom stepped closer, speaking softly. Selena didn’t scream this time. She sighed instead, feeling safe again. Love stayed strong during her loudest storms.
