Baby Yuri sat trembling on the soft cloth in the corner of the room. The injury on her tiny tail, though small, was enough to make every touch feel like fire. Her mom had been carefully tending to it since the morning, determined to help it heal, but Yuri didn’t understand why this painful routine had to happen.
When mom approached with the warm water and gentle cloth, Yuri’s wide eyes filled with worry. She wrapped her little arms around herself and whimpered softly, already anticipating the sting. As mom began cleaning the wound, the sharp sensation sent a wave of discomfort through her tiny body. Instantly, Yuri’s whimpers turned into loud, heartbreaking cries that echoed through the room.
Her tail twitched instinctively, trying to escape the cloth’s touch, but mom held her gently yet firmly. Every stroke was slow, deliberate, and filled with care, even though it made Yuri scream as if her whole world was collapsing. Mom whispered soft, soothing words, her voice trembling slightly, knowing how much her baby was hurting.
Once the wound was clean, mom carefully applied a thin layer of healing ointment. The cool touch calmed the burning sensation, and Yuri’s cries began to fade into small sniffles. Mom pulled her into a warm embrace, rocking her gently.
Wrapped in mom’s arms, Yuri’s breathing slowed. She pressed her cheek against her mom’s chest, listening to the steady heartbeat that had always meant safety. Though the pain was still there, it felt smaller now — drowned out by the comfort and love surrounding her.
For Yuri, the world might have been full of scary moments, but in her mother’s arms, she knew she was never truly alone.
