Poor baby Lulu trembled the moment bath time began. The warm water touched her tiny feet, but instead of calming her, it filled her heart with fear. She looked around quickly, eyes wide and shiny, searching for her mommy. When she didn’t see her right away, Lulu let out a heartbreaking cry, sharp and full of panic.
Her small hands waved helplessly in the air as she screamed louder. To Lulu, the bath felt like being taken away. The familiar smell, the safe arms, the warmth of her mommy’s body—all felt suddenly gone. Water splashed softly, but Lulu only heard her own crying echo back at her.
She twisted her little body, trying to climb out, her cries turning hoarse. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she called again and again, believing she had lost her mommy forever. Fear overwhelmed her more than the bath itself. Being clean didn’t matter. Feeling safe did.
Mom rushed closer, her heart aching at Lulu’s cries. She spoke gently, reaching out with calm hands. The moment Lulu saw her, she screamed even louder, stretching her arms desperately. Mom lifted her immediately, holding her tight against her chest. Lulu clung fiercely, her small fingers gripping as if afraid to be let go again.
Slowly, the crying softened into broken sobs. Lulu buried her face into Mom’s shoulder, breathing in the familiar comfort. Her body relaxed, shaking less with every heartbeat she felt. The fear faded, replaced by warmth and reassurance. Mommy was still there. She was never gone.
