Luna was in one of her dramatic moods again. The moment her little tummy growled with hunger, she wasted no time in letting the entire house know. Her voice rang out, sharp and demanding, as if the world would end if her milk wasn’t brought to her right away. She stomped her tiny feet, shook her head wildly, and clung to the side of the chair, her big round eyes searching only for Daddy.
“Daddy! Milk now!” her cries seemed to say, echoing like an alarm. She refused to calm down, waving her little arms in protest. No one else could console her—not even Mom—because Luna only wanted Daddy to come with the bottle in his hands. Her stubborn personality made her both exhausting and irresistibly adorable at the same time.
When Daddy finally appeared, holding the warm milk bottle, Luna’s screams grew even louder, as if scolding him for being too slow. She stretched her tiny hands toward him, shaking her whole body with impatience. The moment the bottle touched her lips, she latched on instantly, drinking with big gulps, tears still clinging to her eyelashes.
Everyone watching couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic she had been just moments earlier. It was as though Luna had been performing on stage, showing off her incredible talent for making her emotions known to the world. Yet, deep down, her cries were a reminder of her need for comfort, security, and the bond she shared with her Daddy.
As she finally settled, eyes closing while still holding her precious bottle, Daddy stroked her little head. The house grew quiet again, leaving behind only the soft sound of Luna’s gentle sucking. Her drama was over—for now.
