Little Lily’s tiny eyes followed her mother, Libby, with pure longing. Every time Libby moved away, Lily reached out her fragile hands, hoping for even a small touch — a bit of warmth, a sign of love. But the mother she needed so desperately seemed cold and distant, refusing to let her near.
Lily tried to snuggle close, her soft body trembling with sadness, but Libby pushed her aside again. The tiny baby froze, her little heart breaking. She didn’t understand why the one she loved most wouldn’t love her back. Her cries echoed softly through the quiet room, filled with pain no baby should ever feel.
A caretaker nearby rushed to comfort her, scooping her gently into warm hands. Lily clung tightly, burying her face into the soft fabric, her sobs finally slowing. The warmth reminded her of what she longed for — the gentle comfort of a mother’s embrace. Though she didn’t receive it from Libby, she found it, at least for now, in human arms that truly cared.
As the evening light touched her face, Lily’s tears dried, but her eyes stayed sad, full of quiet questions she couldn’t ask. Why didn’t Mom love her? Why did she have to cry just to feel wanted?
Still, despite the hurt, a small spark of hope glowed within her. Maybe one day, she would find the love she deserved — someone to hold her, protect her, and never let her cry alone again.
For now, Lily rests in safety, wrapped in gentle hands, unaware that she’s already loved more deeply than she knows.
