Ronaldo had been restless since early morning, shifting his tiny body on the wooden floor as if searching for something he couldn’t name. His little hands kept reaching out, grasping at the empty air, and every time he found nothing, his face scrunched up with deeper frustration. The house was quiet, but his tiny heart was not. It thumped with longing, confusion, and a strong need that only one person could fill—his mom.
At first, Ronaldo tried soft whimpers, hoping she might appear. His round eyes scanned the room, corners shining with unshed tears. But when no warm arms wrapped around him, his emotions erupted. A piercing cry spilled from his throat, shaking his whole body. He screamed not out of anger, but out of pure heartbreak, needing the tenderness only his mom could give.
His little chest rose and fell rapidly, tiny breaths breaking unevenly as he called for her again and again. Every sound he made seemed to carry the weight of his fear—that maybe she wouldn’t come, that maybe he was truly alone. His tail trembled behind him, curling tight against his body like he was trying to comfort himself while waiting.
Mom finally heard his desperate cries and rushed toward him. The moment he saw her shadow appear, Ronaldo’s screaming grew louder, more emotional, as if everything inside him burst all at once. He stretched his arms up toward her, pleading with his entire being.
Mom scooped him into her arms, pressing him close against her chest. Her warmth immediately softened his cries, though they didn’t stop right away. He buried his face into her neck, sobbing with relief, clinging to her fur with trembling fingers. She rocked him gently, whispering love into his tiny ears.
Slowly, his screams faded into soft whimpers.
Then into quiet sniffles.
Then into peaceful silence.
Ronaldo had what he needed at last—his mom’s affectionate embrace.
