It was a peaceful afternoon, and little Mako was playing on the wooden table near the porch. His tiny hands grabbed at a soft cloth, and his curious eyes followed a fluttering butterfly that had landed nearby. He was enjoying his time, unaware of the small danger just behind him.
Mako’s mom had just stepped inside for a moment to get some fruit for him. Normally, Mako was cautious, but today, he was too focused on the butterfly, trying to reach for it with his tiny fingers.
Then it happened—his little foot slipped!
With a soft thud, Mako lost his balance and tumbled off the edge of the table. A sharp cry filled the air as he hit the ground. His tiny body trembled, and his lips quivered before he let out a heartbreaking wail.
Hearing his cry, Mom rushed back outside. “Mako!” she gasped, hurrying to scoop him up. His tiny arms reached for her immediately, tears streaming down his little face. He clung to her chest, sobbing as she gently checked for any injuries.
“Shh, baby, Mommy’s here,” she whispered, rocking him softly. She examined his little hands and legs—thankfully, there were no serious wounds, just a small scrape on his knee.
Mako whimpered, his face still buried against her. His mom kissed his tiny forehead, rubbing his back gently to comfort him.
A few minutes later, his sobs quieted down. His mom wiped his tears and gave him a small piece of fruit. Sniffling, Mako took a bite, still hiccuping from crying.
Mom smiled softly. “Be careful next time, okay?”
Mako blinked up at her with big, teary eyes, then nodded. He had learned his lesson—but for now, he just wanted to stay in Mommy’s arms, feeling safe and loved.
