It was a sunny morning, perfect for an outdoor hangout. Mommy had planned to take Sara and Emma to the garden for some fresh air and playtime. The two little girls were thrilled, hopping around with excitement. But Harry had a different idea—he wanted nothing more than to stay glued to his mom.
“Harry, come on, let’s go play with your sisters,” Mommy said, gently nudging him toward the door.
“No!” Harry whimpered, wrapping his tiny arms around her waist. His little face pressed firmly against her side, refusing to budge.
Mom sighed, looking at Sara and Emma, who were already skipping ahead. The girls giggled, chasing butterflies and exploring the grass. Their carefree energy was infectious, but Mommy couldn’t enjoy it while Harry clung to her like a second skin.
“Harry, don’t you want to have fun like Sara and Emma?” she asked, trying to coax him.
He shook his head stubbornly. “No fun! Hug Mommy!”
Mom rolled her eyes playfully but felt a twinge of frustration. As much as she loved Harry’s affection, his clinginess was becoming overwhelming. “Harry, you need to let go. Mommy needs a little break too,” she said, prying his hands off her waist.
But the moment she did, Harry plopped to the ground and burst into tears. His loud, dramatic sobs echoed through the garden, catching Sara and Emma’s attention. They paused their play and ran back to see what was wrong.
Emma patted Harry’s head, while Sara offered him a leaf she’d picked. “Come on, Harry! Let’s play together!” Sara said cheerfully.
With some encouragement, Harry finally let go of Mommy and toddled off with his sisters. Mommy smiled, relieved to finally enjoy a moment of peace.
