Ronaldo woke up already upset, his small body tense and his stomach aching with hunger. The moment he realized there was no milk in front of him, his mood exploded. His face scrunched tight, lips trembling, and a loud scream burst out, sharp and demanding, filling the room instantly.
He wasn’t asking politely. He was ordering the world to hurry.
Ronaldo kicked his legs, fists clenching and unclenching as he screamed again, louder than before. His eyes searched wildly for Mom, locking onto every movement she made. Each second she spent preparing the milk felt like an insult to his suffering. To him, hunger was an emergency.
Mom tried to move quickly, but Ronaldo couldn’t stand waiting. He screamed in short, angry bursts, voice cracking from crying too much. His body leaned forward, almost tipping, as if getting closer might make the milk appear faster. Drool slipped from his mouth, proof of how badly he needed it.
The bottle wasn’t ready yet.
That was unbearable.
Ronaldo slapped the floor in frustration and let out another piercing cry, tears spilling freely now. His whole body shook with need, anger, and exhaustion. He wasn’t being naughty on purpose—his hunger had taken control of every feeling he had.
Finally, Mom rushed over with the bottle. The moment Ronaldo saw it, his screaming paused for half a second, then turned into desperate sobs. He reached out with both hands, grabbing the bottle tightly, afraid it might disappear.
As the nipple touched his lips, everything changed. The screams stopped instantly. His breathing slowed. His shoulders dropped. He drank fast at first, then steadier, comfort spreading through his tiny body.
The anger melted away, replaced by relief and calm. His eyes softened, blinking slowly. One hand still clutched the bottle while the other rested against Mom, just in case.
Soon, only quiet sucking sounds filled the room. Moody, hungry Ronaldo was gone. In his place was a peaceful baby, full of milk and safety, reminding everyone that sometimes the loudest screams are simply a small heart begging for quick comfort.
