It was milk time, and Yuri was not having it easy.
The moment she saw Mom preparing the bottle, her tiny body tensed up—her eyes locked onto the milk like a predator spotting prey.
But the bottle wasn’t in her hands fast enough.
“EEEEEEEKKKKK!!”
A piercing scream filled the air. Yuri threw her arms up, her little feet kicking wildly. Her face turned red as she wailed dramatically, making sure everyone knew she was furious!
She arched her back, shaking like she was about to throw the biggest tantrum of her life.
Mom sighed. “Yuri, baby, wait a second!”
But waiting wasn’t an option. Not for Yuri.
She screamed again, just like Nasty Minea used to when she didn’t get her way. Loud, demanding, unstoppable.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, her little mouth wide open as she cried.
Mom quickly grabbed the bottle. “Okay, okay! Here you go!”
The second Yuri got the milk, silence.
She latched onto the bottle, sucking greedily, her tantrum completely forgotten.
Mom shook her head. “Drama queen.”
Yuri, with milk dripping down her chin, didn’t care.
