Baby Selena sat quietly on the floor, her tiny shoulders shaking with soft sobs. She wasn’t throwing a tantrum this time—she was genuinely heartbroken. Her stomach was empty, and all she wanted was the warm, pure milk that always made her feel safe and loved. Instead of screaming or stamping her little feet like she often did, Selena chose a different approach today. She tried to be patient, hoping mommy would notice how much she needed her.
She lifted her sad eyes toward her mother, her lower lip trembling. She reached out her tiny hand weakly, as if saying, “Please, mommy… don’t make me wait.”
Her mom was busy preparing things, but Selena didn’t understand. To her, every passing minute felt like an hour. She could hear the faint sound of the milk bottle being warmed, but she still felt alone and afraid that it might not come fast enough.
Selena sniffled, trying to hold her emotions together. She wiped her tears with the back of her little hand and inched closer to her mom, pressing her tiny head against her leg. She wasn’t angry—she was pleading, hoping her gentle sadness would make her mother look down and understand.
Finally, mommy turned around and saw the heartbreaking sight. Selena’s face was wet with tears, her mouth quivering, her eyes full of deep longing. Mommy bent down instantly, her heart squeezed tight. She picked Selena up and hugged her close, kissing her soft head.
Selena wrapped her arms around mommy’s neck, burying her face into the warm chest, still sniffling but already calmer. Then mommy sat down and offered her the bottle of pure, warm milk at last.
Selena’s eyes softened with relief. She took the nipple in her mouth, drinking slowly, her breathing steadying.
With every tiny swallow, the sadness melted away—replaced by comfort, warmth, and the feeling of being loved again.
