Tiny baby A Tong is known for his playful nature—but today, he was in no mood for games. The sun was barely up when his loud, urgent cries echoed through the house.
“Maaah! Maaah!” he called out, his voice rising like a tiny siren.
A Tong was thirsty—very thirsty—for milk, and Mama was just a bit too slow this morning.
He sat on the soft blanket near the feeding corner, stomping his tiny feet and swinging his arms in frustration. His round tummy growled, and his face scrunched up into the most dramatic pout.
Where was Mama?
A moment later, Mama arrived with a warm bottle, but A Tong didn’t stop crying. He was already deep in his tantrum. The moment he saw the milk, he let out a louder cry—as if to say, “Finally! What took you so long?!”
Mama laughed gently and scooped him up. “Alright, alright, little boss,” she whispered.
As soon as the nipple touched his lips, A Tong latched on like a baby starved for days. His little hands gripped the bottle tight, and his eyes rolled back in satisfaction.
Peace was restored.
After a few gulps, he gave a long, happy sigh, milk dribbling down his chin. That loud, cranky monkey was now soft and sleepy—like a different baby altogether.
By the time the bottle was empty, A Tong was curled up in Mama’s arms, full and happy, drifting off to sleep with a quiet hum.
Just moments before, he had been crying like a siren—but all he really needed was a little milk and a lot of love. 🍼💤🐒
