Little Yuri was already in a moody mood.
Dad gently placed her down on the floor for a moment, thinking she would be okay. But the second her tiny feet touched the ground, everything changed.
Her face tightened.
Her body stiffened.
She didn’t want to be there.
“Eee…!”
The small protest quickly turned into—
“EEEEEE!”
Yuri began screaming loudly, her voice sharp and full of anger. She bent her tiny legs and suddenly started jumping up high, trying to escape the floor.
“Eee! Eee!”
She bounced again and again, her little body full of frustration. Her arms lifted as if reaching for Dad, demanding to be picked up immediately.
Being alone on the floor felt wrong to her.
She didn’t feel safe.
Her loud cries echoed as she kept jumping, her face full of emotion. Every movement showed how upset she was.
Dad quickly turned back.
Seeing her jumping and screaming, he rushed over and gently picked her up.
The moment Yuri felt his arms—
Everything changed.
The jumping stopped.
The screaming faded.
Her tiny body relaxed instantly, clinging tightly to him. The anger disappeared, replaced by quiet comfort.
Now safe again, Yuri rested calmly, her earlier tantrum gone.
For moody little Yuri, it wasn’t about the floor—it was about feeling close, secure, and never left alone.
