TanTan and little A Tong sat side by side, shivering on the cool floor. The morning air felt colder than usual, slipping through the room and touching their tiny bodies. TanTan hugged his arms around his chest, trying to be brave, while A Tong looked down at his own skin, confused by the strange chill.
He glanced at his big brother, eyes wide and watery, silently asking for help. TanTan noticed immediately. He scooted closer, pressing his shoulder against A Tong, sharing what little warmth he had. It wasn’t much, but it was everything he could give.
A Tong sniffed softly, rubbing his hands together, watching his breath fade into the air. He wondered why warmth hadn’t come yet. Where were the cozy clothes? Where was the soft wrap that usually made him feel safe and sleepy?
Their caregiver noticed the quiet struggle and paused, heart tightening at the sight. Two small bodies, patient and trusting, waiting without knowing how to ask. Warm clothes were quickly gathered, soft and thick, filled with familiar comfort.
As the clothes wrapped around them, TanTan sighed deeply. A Tong’s shivers slowed, then stopped. His eyes softened, and a tiny smile appeared, full of relief. He leaned fully into his brother, warmth blooming at last.
They sat quietly, bundled together, no longer wondering. Cold had passed. Safety returned. In that small moment, TanTan felt proud, and A Tong felt protected, knowing warmth always comes, especially when love stays close.
Both rested calmly, breathing slow, eyes half closed, trusting the hands that cared for them. The room felt gentle again, wrapped in quiet promise. Warm clothes, shared closeness, and patient love taught them they would never face cold alone.
They slept safely, hearts steady, tomorrow waiting softly, brighter, warmer, kinder, together, always, without fear for them.
