Big Boss A Tong looked powerful only in name tonight. After a long day of tiny demands, loud cries, and impatient waiting, his small body finally surrendered to sleep. He lay curled on his favorite doll, arms wrapped tightly around it as if it were part of him, his safe place, his silent guard.
The milk bottle rested gently at his lips. Each slow sip made his eyelids heavier. His cheeks puffed slightly as he drank, then relaxed again, rhythm matching his breathing. The boss who once ruled the room with screams now looked unbelievably small and soft.
The doll beneath him was almost as big as his body, but A Tong clung to it confidently. One leg draped over it, one hand pressed into its fabric, holding on as if afraid comfort might disappear. The world felt quiet. No more hunger. No more calling. No more waiting.
Milk dripped slowly as his sucking weakened. His mouth loosened, but he refused to let go completely. Even in sleep, he needed reassurance. His tiny chest rose and fell steadily, warm and calm, the earlier chaos forgotten.
Mom watched from nearby, smiling softly. Just moments ago, A Tong had been fussy and bossy, protesting everything. Now, peace had won. Milk had done its magic. Comfort had arrived right on time.
His fingers twitched once, gripping the doll tighter, then relaxed. The bottle slipped slightly, but his lips curved into the faintest sleepy pout. He was dreaming now. Maybe of warmth. Maybe of being held. Maybe of a world where milk never ends.
The room stayed still, respecting his rest. Big Boss A Tong had finally clocked out. No orders. No cries. Just a tiny baby, sleeping deeply, trusting completely.
Tomorrow, the boss would return. The demands would be loud again. But for now, wrapped in softness, A Tong slept like a king, guarded by a doll, full of milk, and safe in love.
