The morning had just begun, but for little Jasmine, it already felt like the saddest day ever.
Mom was getting ready to leave for work.
And Jasmine noticed.
From her favorite spot near the tree, she watched every movement carefully—the bag, the shoes, the goodbye smile.
Her tiny heart knew exactly what it meant.
Mom was leaving.
Again.
Her lips pushed forward into the biggest pout, and her eyes filled with tears before Mom even reached the door.
No.
Absolutely no.
Jasmine quickly climbed onto the low tree branch, her dramatic little kingdom, where she liked to sit when she was feeling especially emotional.
Today, she was not just upset—
She was the queen of moody.
The moment Mom stepped farther away—
“AHHHHH!”
Jasmine burst into loud crying, rolling dramatically on the tree branch like the world had completely betrayed her. Her tiny legs kicked, her arms flailed, and her sad voice echoed through the yard.
“Mama! Mama!”
She cried louder, refusing to accept this unfair goodbye.
She rolled again, clinging to the branch between sobs, making sure everyone could clearly see her heartbreak.
Why did Mom have to go?
Why couldn’t she stay forever?
To Jasmine, work was the enemy.
The tree became her stage, and she gave the performance of a lifetime—full tears, full drama, full emotional damage.
Mom turned back, trying not to cry and laugh at the same time.
“Oh, Jasmine…”
She walked back for one more hug.
The second Jasmine saw her coming, she cried even louder, like a tiny actress winning an award for sadness.
Mom lifted her gently from the tree and held her close.
Instantly, the storm softened.
Because sometimes, even the moodiest little queen doesn’t need a crown—
She just needs one more hug before Mom goes away.
