Little Luna was in one of her most emotional moods. Her tiny body bounced up and down restlessly, her feet hitting the floor as if every jump would make her voice louder. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her mouth wide open with desperate cries. She wasn’t just playing—she was pleading.
“Dad! Come here!” her cries seemed to shout with every jump and every scream. Her little hands reached forward, trembling, as if they could somehow pull him closer. The room echoed with her voice, a mix of sadness, longing, and frustration.
Her heart couldn’t understand why Dad wasn’t already beside her. Every second felt longer, every tear heavier. She stamped her feet harder, screamed louder, and cried as if the world had become too big without him near.
Finally, when Dad appeared, her cries shifted into a different sound—relief. She ran toward him, leaping straight into his arms with a strength her tiny body didn’t seem to hold. Her face buried into his chest, her sobs slowly fading, her little hands clinging as if she never wanted to let go again.
That day, Luna showed the world just how deeply she needed her dad. Her jumping and screaming weren’t just tantrums—they were proof of her love, her longing, and her desperate little heart that only felt safe in his arms.
