It was a bright, peaceful morning, but Big Boy Harry was in no mood for sunshine. From the corner of the room, he sat with his arms crossed, his little lips pouted in frustration. Why? Because Mom had just walked past him—again—without picking him up like she always did.
Harry had been waiting all morning, watching her go back and forth, feeding the younger ones, folding blankets, cleaning up their messes. But every time he thought it was his turn for cuddles, she’d walk right past him. His little heart couldn’t take it anymore.
With a sudden grumble, Harry stomped his tiny feet and let out a dramatic cry. His voice echoed through the room like thunder. He stood tall on his toes, puffing his chest like a big boy trying to act tough, but the truth was—he just missed Mom’s arms.
Seeing his tantrum, Mom paused and looked at him with a soft smile. “Oh, Harry… were you waiting for me?” she said, walking back toward him.
But Harry, still moody, turned his back and refused to look at her. His little nose wrinkled with attitude, and he let out a high-pitched whine as if to say, “Now you want me?”
Mom gently sat beside him, slowly reaching out her hand. It took a moment, but Harry finally gave in. He leaned into her, still pouting, but his tail gently wrapped around her arm. She kissed the top of his head, and that was it—his mood melted like ice in the sun.
