Tiny newborn A Tong was barely the size of a hand, his fragile body trembling as his soft cries filled the quiet room. What started as whimpers quickly grew into a loud tantrum, his little arms waving desperately, his voice carrying a deep sense of pain and longing. He wasn’t hungry, he wasn’t cold—what he wanted most was simple: his mama’s attention.
His cries echoed like heartbreak, each sound tugging at the heart of anyone who heard. His small chest rose and fell quickly, and tears wet the corners of his closed eyes. To A Tong, being left even for a moment felt unbearable. He needed to feel the warmth of his mother, the rhythm of her heartbeat, the safety of her embrace.
Mama hurried to him, her steps quick and filled with worry. The moment she picked him up, A Tong clung tightly, pressing his face into her chest as if afraid she might vanish again. His cries began to soften, though his body still trembled from the storm of emotions. With every stroke of her gentle hands, every kiss on his tiny head, his heart slowly calmed.
Though the tantrum had been sharp, it was born from love. A Tong wasn’t spoiled—he was just new to the world, too small to understand that his mama would never leave him. All he knew was that her arms were his only safe place.
As he finally drifted into sleep, curled securely against her, his hiccups faded into peaceful breaths. Mama gazed down at him tenderly, her heart aching with pity but full of love. She knew this: her little one didn’t just cry for attention—he cried because, to him, she was his entire world.
