Morning sunlight streamed through the doorway, casting a warm glow over the little feeding area. Baby Luna sat on the mat, her eyes locked onto one thing — the golden-yellow banana in Daddy’s hand.
Her tiny fingers twitched with excitement, her tail flicking back and forth like a little signal flag. Luna loved bananas more than anything in the world. To her, they weren’t just food — they were pure happiness.
“Banana?” she chirped softly, tilting her head and widening her eyes, hoping Daddy would notice her silent plea.
But Daddy was busy chatting with another caretaker, the banana still resting in his palm.
Luna couldn’t wait any longer. She shuffled closer, then rose up on her hind legs, her arms stretching high toward the tempting fruit. Her little toes gripped the mat for balance as she leaned forward, reaching with every ounce of determination in her tiny body.
“Come on… just a little closer,” she seemed to say.
Finally, Daddy glanced down — and laughed. “Ah, I see you, little princess,” he chuckled.
Luna let out a happy squeak, her face lighting up with pure joy. Daddy peeled the banana slowly, teasing her just a little before handing it over. She snatched it gently but eagerly, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she took her first bite.
The sweet, creamy taste made her eyes close in bliss. Every chew was pure delight, and she occasionally glanced up at Daddy, as if to say, “You’re the best.”
When the banana was gone, she licked her fingers, her tummy full and her heart even fuller. She didn’t just get her favorite food that morning — she got it from the hands she trusted most.
