When little Nika began crying softly one morning, her daddy thought she was just asking for her usual cuddle. But as he held her tiny hand, he noticed something—her finger looked sore and red. This wasn’t just a cry for attention; it was pain. Nika had been sucking her finger so much that it had turned raw, and now every touch made her flinch. Daddy’s heart ached seeing his little girl in pain.
He hurried to get warm water and a soft cloth. As he gently cleaned the wound, Nika whimpered and tried to pull her hand back. “It’s okay, baby… Daddy’s here,” he whispered softly, trying to calm her trembling body. Her teary eyes looked up at him, full of both fear and trust. She didn’t understand what was happening—only that Daddy’s hands, even when they made her finger sting, were filled with love.
After cleaning it, Daddy applied a gentle healing balm and wrapped her tiny finger in a soft bandage. Nika sniffled, blinking away tears, and then leaned into his chest, resting her head against his heartbeat. The warmth comforted her instantly. Soon, her cries faded into little sighs as she drifted to sleep, her injured hand resting in his palm.
Daddy sat still, afraid to move. He smiled faintly, thinking about how fragile she was—how such a tiny wound could break his heart so deeply. But that’s what love is: feeling every ache, every fear, and every tear as if it were your own.
As the morning sun touched their faces, Nika slept peacefully, safe in Daddy’s arms—the place where every pain turns into comfort, and every tear finds a reason to stop.
