Minea had always been a little drama queen, but today her temper was bigger than usual. She sat on the floor, her little eyes blazing with impatience. The moment she saw the milk bottle in her mom’s hand, she started making nasty gestures—kicking her tiny feet, waving her arms wildly, and screeching so loudly that even the neighbors could hear.
Her cries weren’t soft whimpers; they were sharp, demanding screams filled with frustration. She wanted the milk right now, and waiting even a few seconds was too much for her. Mom gently tried to explain, “Minea, wait, it’s still warm… mommy will give you soon.” But Minea didn’t want to hear a single word. She pounded her fists on the ground, her little face turning red, and her body shaking from anger.
Her screams echoed through the room, each one sharper than the last. It wasn’t just about being hungry—it was her way of forcing mom to act faster. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth as wide as she could, as though the louder she yelled, the quicker the milk would come.
Finally, mom gave in and handed her the bottle. The moment Minea felt it in her hands, her cries stopped instantly. She latched onto the milk with fierce determination, sucking as if she hadn’t eaten in days. The tantrum was forgotten in seconds, replaced by satisfied slurps and the calm rhythm of drinking.
Mom sighed with a tired smile, gently stroking Minea’s back. She knew her little girl’s fiery temper would always shine through, but deep down, it was just her baby’s way of showing how much she depended on her mother’s love and care.
