Little Yuri stood by the door, her tiny hands reaching toward it.
Mom was on the other side.
Out of sight.
Out of reach.
At first—
“Eee…?”
A soft, uncertain call.
She tapped the door lightly, waiting.
But it didn’t open.
Her face slowly crumbled.
Her lips trembled.
Then suddenly—
“EEEEEE!”
Yuri broke into hard, emotional sobbing, her cries deep and heart-wrenching. Her small body shook as she cried louder and louder.
“Eee! Eee!”
She pressed closer to the door, calling for Mom, asking her to open it. She didn’t understand why it stayed closed.
To her, it felt like she was shut out.
Alone.
Her cries echoed, filled with desperation and longing.
Tears streamed as she kept calling, her voice growing hoarse from the effort.
Then—
A sound.
The door moved.
Mom opened it.
The moment Yuri saw her, she rushed forward, still sobbing, reaching up immediately.
Mom picked her up.
Instantly—
The sobbing softened.
Her body relaxed as she clung tightly, burying her face into Mom for comfort.
Now safe again, her cries faded into quiet breaths.
For little Yuri, being separated—even for a moment—feels overwhelming, but love always brings her back to calm.
