It was early morning, and little PorPor had just woken up from a cozy nap. The sun peeked through the window, and the soft breeze swayed the curtains. But for PorPor, something was very wrong. His tummy was rumbling, and his milk bottle hadn’t arrived yet. That was enough to set off a full-blown emotional meltdown!
At first, PorPor looked around sleepily, hoping to spot his mom with the bottle in her hand. But when he saw nothing but her busy cleaning in the corner, his face turned from confused to furious.
He stood up on his tiny feet, puffed his cheeks, and let out a scream that echoed through the room—“Eeeeehhh!!” It was PorPor’s dramatic alarm to the world: Where is my MILK!?
Mom turned around quickly, surprised. “Oh no, sweetie, I’m coming!” she said, rushing to warm his milk. But to PorPor, those seconds felt like forever. He began pacing in circles, flopping onto the floor, kicking his feet in a full tantrum mode. His tiny fists clenched, tears welled up, and his dramatic voice hit new volumes.
As soon as Mom brought over the bottle, PorPor reached out with both hands like it was a long-lost treasure. He grabbed it and began drinking as if he hadn’t eaten in a week. His angry eyes slowly softened, and his tiny body relaxed.
Mom sat beside him, gently stroking his fur, smiling at his passion. “You’re a little drama king,” she whispered lovingly.
PorPor looked up at her with big eyes while still nursing and let out a little satisfied grunt, like he was saying, “Finally.”
