Baby Ricky sat on a large tree root, his tiny arms wrapped around himself as he scanned the area with wide, worried eyes. The sun was shining brightly, casting golden light over the forest, but Ricky felt no warmth—his heart was too full of longing and confusion.
He had been waiting for Mom for what felt like forever. She had walked away earlier, disappearing into the trees, probably looking for food. Ricky thought she would return quickly, but as the minutes stretched into an hour, his patience wore thin.
A soft whimper escaped his lips. He shifted restlessly, occasionally standing up and peeking behind every tree, hoping to see her familiar figure. But she was nowhere to be found. His tiny stomach growled, reminding him that it was milk time. He hated waiting, and now, his loneliness was turning into frustration.
Tears welled up in his eyes. “Mom?” he called out, his voice trembling. Silence. The only sound was the rustling leaves in the gentle breeze. His tiny heart pounded.
Feeling more anxious, Ricky let out a louder cry, his tiny body shivering. He kicked his little legs and threw himself onto the ground in frustration. He hated being left alone!
Just when he was about to cry even louder, a familiar scent filled the air. He turned his head quickly, and there she was—his mother, gracefully making her way back with food. Ricky let out a happy squeal, scrambling to his feet and rushing toward her.
She scooped him up effortlessly, pressing him close. Ricky clung to her tightly, his cries turning into soft sniffles as he finally felt safe again. He had waited long enough, and now, all that mattered was being in his mother’s warm embrace.
