Little Rainbow had never felt such fear before. The water below looked endless, dark, and strange, and her tiny heart raced as Mom Liby guided her closer. Without warning, Mom gave a push—sending Rainbow straight into the deep water.
The moment she splashed, her panic exploded. She kicked and thrashed, her arms flailing, her mouth opening wide to release a cry so deep and emotional it pierced the air. It wasn’t just a baby’s cry—it was a heartbreaking scream for comfort, for safety, for Mom’s arms.
Her tears mixed with the water, her eyes wide with terror. Every second felt like forever, and though she tried to be strong, she was only a baby, overwhelmed by the vastness around her. Her voice echoed louder and louder, each cry pulling at the heart of anyone who heard it.
Mom Liby, however, watched with calm strength. She knew this was part of teaching, a lesson to help Rainbow face the water. But to the tiny baby, it felt like abandonment, like her mom had thrown her into fear itself.
Rainbow’s cries shook her small body, her sobs raw with desperation. Yet, when Mom finally pulled her back into safety, she clung tightly, burying her wet face against Mom’s chest, still sobbing but slowly calming.
That moment was both heartbreaking and powerful—Rainbow cried deeply, but within those tears was the beginning of courage.
