A Tong screamed in pure panic, his small body shaking as sharp pain shot through him. Marry’s sudden bite startled him, fear rushing faster than the hurt itself. His eyes widened, filling instantly with tears as he cried out loud, calling only one name—Mom.
He stumbled backward, clutching himself, confused and terrified. He didn’t understand why it happened. One moment he was near, the next he felt pain and danger. His cry was raw, broken, and desperate, echoing through the room like a plea for rescue.
“Mom… Mom…”
His voice cracked with every call.
Tears streamed down his face as he ran toward her, arms stretched wide. His heart pounded wildly. To A Tong, Mom was safety. Mom was protection. Without her, the world felt cruel and frightening. He cried harder, his sobs shaking his tiny chest, pain and fear mixing together.
Mom heard him instantly.
She rushed over, her heart dropping at the sound of his cry. The moment she saw A Tong’s terrified face, she scooped him up without hesitation. A Tong clung tightly to her, burying his face into her chest, crying uncontrollably. His whole body trembled as he released everything he’d been holding inside.
Mom checked him carefully, soothing him with gentle hands and soft words. She kissed his head again and again, whispering comfort, letting him know he was safe now. The pain began to fade, but the fear took longer. A Tong held on tightly, afraid to let go, afraid the danger might return.
Mom stayed still, rocking him patiently, never rushing his tears. Slowly, his cries softened into sobs, then sniffles. His breathing slowed. His grip loosened just a little, enough to breathe, but not enough to leave her arms.
In that moment, A Tong learned something powerful. When the world hurts him, Mom will always come. And Mom learned once more that a small heart can break deeply—but it also heals quickly when held with love, protection, and unwavering care.
