The morning didn’t start the way A Tong wanted.
He sat on the floor, his tiny eyes locked onto the bottle in his mom’s hand. That was all he cared about. Milk. Warm, comforting milk. But for some reason, she wasn’t giving it to him yet.
A Tong’s face tightened.
His lips pushed forward into a deep pout, and his small hands clenched. “Eh! Eh!” he protested, his voice already rising with frustration. He reached toward the bottle, stretching as far as he could.
But his mom gently pulled it back. “Wait a moment,” she said softly.
Wait?
A Tong didn’t understand that word.
To him, the delay felt unfair. His hunger and desire mixed into one overwhelming feeling. His brows furrowed, and suddenly—he exploded.
He cried loudly, his voice sharp and filled with anger. His little feet stomped against the ground as he waved his arms, demanding what he wanted. Tears quickly followed, rolling down his cheeks as his cries grew louder and louder.
He wanted it now.
Not later.
Not “in a moment.”
His mom watched him carefully, staying calm despite the storm. She knelt down to his level, her voice gentle but steady. “I know you’re hungry, A Tong… I’m getting it ready.”
But A Tong wasn’t ready to listen.
He turned his head away, still crying, still upset. His tiny body shook with frustration, unable to control the big emotions inside him.
Then finally—his mom moved closer.
She handed him the bottle.
Instantly, everything changed.
A Tong grabbed it quickly, holding it tight as he began to drink. His cries faded into quiet gulps, his body slowly relaxing. The anger melted away, replaced by relief and comfort.
His mom gently stroked his head, watching him calm down.
Because sometimes, for a little one, it’s not just about milk—
It’s about feeling heard, understood… and not having to wait alone
