Little Yuri really didn’t want to be put down.
Not even for a second.
She looked at Mom with intense focus, her tiny body already restless.
“Eee…!”
A small demand came first.
But when Mom didn’t pick her up right away—
“EEEEEE!”
Yuri burst into a loud, dramatic scream, her voice full of need and impatience.
“Eee! Eee!”
She moved around, clearly refusing to settle, wanting only one thing—
To be carried.
All the time.
Her little hands reached out again and again, asking in the only way she knew.
Mom stayed calm.
No anger.
Just gentle patience.
She spoke softly, reassuring Yuri while letting her settle for a moment.
Yuri kept protesting—
Loud.
Emotional.
But slowly…
Her voice softened.
Her body slowed down.
Then Mom leaned in and gently picked her up.
Instantly—
Silence.
Yuri relaxed in her arms, holding tightly.
“Eee…”
A soft, happy sound now.
For little Yuri, being carried means comfort and safety—and when she doesn’t get it right away, her tiny heart just cries out for that closeness.
