Little Chichi, the tiniest princess of the family, looked so delicate as she sat with her bottle of formula milk. Her round eyes sparkled with eagerness, and the moment mom handed her the bottle, she clutched it tightly with both tiny hands. Drinking was her favorite comfort, and her hunger seemed endless.
At first, the soft sounds of her sucking filled the room, a sweet rhythm that made her look so peaceful. But her excitement quickly grew, and Chichi began to drink too fast, ignoring her tiny body’s limits. Milk dribbled from the corners of her mouth as she gulped greedily, her tummy filling far quicker than it should.
Mom gently tried to slow her down, lifting the bottle away for a moment, but Chichi whimpered and reached out desperately, begging for more. Her cries were too pitiful to resist, so mom gave her another sip. Chichi drank again and again until suddenly—her little body couldn’t hold it anymore.
With a tiny gag, she leaned forward and vomited, the milk spilling onto her chest and blanket. Her round eyes blinked in confusion, and then came the soft cries of discomfort. She didn’t understand why something she loved so much suddenly hurt her.
Mom rushed to comfort her, gently patting her back and cleaning her up with warm care. She whispered, “Slowly, my little princess. Too much isn’t good for you.” Chichi’s cries softened as she was wrapped in a clean blanket, resting in mom’s arms.
Though her tummy still ached, she finally began to calm down. In that moment, it was clear—her hunger was big, but her body was still so small. With love and patience, mom would teach her to grow strong without suffering.
