Milk time was supposed to be calm, but today it turned into chaos. Naughty Yuri sat close, watching closely as the newborn baby was gently fed. The moment the milk bottle appeared, Yuri’s eyes changed. Jealousy sparked instantly. She scooted closer, making impatient sounds, clearly unhappy that the newborn was getting attention first.
The tiny newborn was weak and slow, drinking carefully, unaware of the tension beside her. Yuri, however, could not wait. She reached out suddenly, pushing the bottle with her hand and letting out a sharp cry. The newborn startled, milk spilling slightly as she began to whimper in fear.
Mom reacted quickly, pulling the bottle back and holding the newborn safely. Yuri protested loudly, throwing a small tantrum. She slapped the floor, screamed, and leaned her body forward, trying to block the newborn from drinking. Her face showed pure frustration—she wanted the milk, the attention, and Mom all to herself.
The newborn began to cry softly, her tiny body shaking. She didn’t understand the fight, only that something felt wrong. Mom spoke firmly but calmly to Yuri, reminding her that the newborn was smaller and needed care first. Yuri resisted at first, turning her head away and crying louder.
Mom then changed her approach. She held Yuri close with one arm while continuing to feed the newborn with the other. Slowly, Yuri’s anger softened. Feeling included, she quieted down, resting against Mom’s side. Her cries turned into low grumbles instead of screams.
The newborn resumed drinking, finally calm again. Her tiny hands relaxed, and her breathing slowed. Yuri watched closely, still jealous but no longer aggressive. She learned, in that moment, that fighting only caused fear, not love.
By the end of milk time, both babies were calmer. Yuri sat quietly, waiting her turn, and the newborn slept peacefully. It was a hard lesson, but an important one—love grows when shared, not when fought for.
