Little Selena sat there, her tiny body feeling weak with hunger. Her big eyes looked around, searching for the one person she needed most—
Mom.
But Mom wasn’t there yet.
“Eee…?”
Selena made a soft, wondering call, her voice gentle but filled with need. It wasn’t loud or dramatic—just a quiet plea, hoping Mom would hear her.
Her small hands moved slightly.
Her eyes stayed fixed in one direction.
Waiting.
“Eee… eee…”
She called again, a little more urgently this time. Her lips trembled, and her body shifted restlessly.
She didn’t understand why the milk hadn’t come yet.
She only knew she was hungry.
And she needed Mom.
Time felt slow.
Too slow.
Her soft voice continued, echoing gently as she waited, hoping each second would bring Mom closer.
Then—
Footsteps.
Mom appeared.
The moment Selena saw her, her soft calls grew a little stronger, filled with relief.
Mom quickly came close and gently picked her up.
Instantly—
Selena relaxed.
Her tiny body leaned into the warmth, finally feeling safe again.
Soon after, the milk was ready.
As she began to drink, everything became peaceful.
For little Selena, even a quiet call carries a big message—she just wants Mom to come and care for her when she needs it most.
