The moment felt quiet—but heavy.
Little Titas sat alone on the bench, his tiny body still, his eyes slowly scanning the space around him. Just a short while ago, his sister Chichi had been there with him.
Now—
She was gone.
She had left him behind.
At first, Titas didn’t understand. He looked to one side, then the other, blinking slowly as if trying to find her again.
Where did she go?
Why wasn’t she here?
His small hands rested on the bench as his lips began to tremble. The silence around him felt too big, too empty for such a little baby.
Then—
“Mm… eh…”
A soft, pitiful cry escaped him.
Not loud.
Not angry.
Just lonely.
His eyes filled with tiny tears as he leaned forward slightly, trying to look farther, hoping Chichi might come back. But she didn’t.
That’s when the feeling grew.
Stronger.
Sadness.
Confusion.
Fear.
“Ahhh…”
His cry became a little louder now, his tiny voice shaking as his chest rose quickly with each breath. He didn’t want to be there alone.
He wanted company.
He wanted comfort.
He wanted someone familiar.
Mom heard him from nearby.
She came quickly—and saw him sitting there, so small and helpless on the bench.
“Oh, Titas…” she whispered.
She rushed over and gently lifted him into her arms.
Instantly, the quiet cries turned into soft little sobs as he clung tightly, pressing his face against her chest like he had finally found safety again.
“I’m here, baby… you’re not alone,” she said softly.
And Titas held on.
Because sometimes, being left alone—even for a moment—
Feels like the loneliest place in the world for a tiny heart.
