The afternoon was quiet—birds chirping, leaves rustling softly in the breeze. But then, from the far corner of the yard, came a sudden sound that shattered the peace.
“EEEEEEEEH!!”
The cry was sharp, full of pain and heartbreak.
It was baby Maly.
He had climbed a small tree stump, his tiny arms wrapped tightly around the trunk. His little body shook as he clung to it with all his might, as if it were his only comfort left in the world.
Tears poured down his face.
His sobs grew louder, echoing off the trees, making every creature nearby pause and look.
Why was he crying so hard?
Mom had stepped away for just a moment—to clean, to fetch his milk, maybe to check on something. But Maly didn’t understand time or chores. He only knew she was gone.
And in his young heart, that absence felt like forever.
He hugged the tree tighter, his voice growing hoarse. “EEHH!! EHHHH!!”
Each wail came straight from his little soul—full of fear, longing, and frustration.
Mom heard him and ran toward him, heart breaking at the sound of her baby’s cry. She gently pulled him off the tree and into her arms.
“I’m right here, Maly… I never left.”
He buried his face into her neck, sobbing and sniffling, slowly quieting down in her warmth. His tiny hands gripped her tightly, like he never wanted to let go again.
And Mom held him just as tightly—because sometimes, even the smallest heart can feel the biggest loneliness.
All Maly ever wanted… was her.
