Little Baboo’s tummy was empty—
And he could feel it badly.
The moment he saw Daddy walking away with the milk bottle, his tiny face changed instantly. His eyes widened with urgency, and his little body leaned forward desperately.
Wait!
Don’t go without him!
Then—
“AHHHHH!”
Baboo burst into extremely loud crying.
His small legs hurried as fast as they could, wobbling while he ran after Daddy with pure determination. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he cried harder and harder, completely overwhelmed by hunger.
“Dada! Dada!”
His tiny voice echoed through the room while he chased after the bottle like it was the most important thing in the world.
Because to him—
It was.
His little tummy growled.
His body felt weak and impatient.
And every second waiting for milk felt unbearable.
Daddy turned around quickly after hearing the desperate cries.
“Oh, hungry baby!”
But Baboo kept running and crying dramatically until Daddy finally picked him up safely into his arms.
Even then, the crying didn’t fully stop—
Not until the bottle touched his tiny lips.
The moment Baboo started drinking—
Silence.
Instant peace.
His tense little body relaxed completely as he held the bottle tightly, drinking eagerly like he never wanted it taken away again.
Daddy smiled softly, wiping away the remaining tears.
Because sometimes, for a hungry little baby—
Milk isn’t just food—
It feels like the answer to every problem in the world.
