Baby Elly was small, gentle, and deeply attached to her daddy. Every morning, he would leave for work or chores, and Elly would watch with big teary eyes — but today her sadness grew stronger than ever. Dad placed her carefully on the soft bed, hoping she would rest for a while, but Elly didn’t want to be left behind. Her little hands reached out, legs kicking, tail shaking with worry. She whimpered, then the cries grew louder, filled with heartbreak and fear of being alone.
She crawled to the blanket edge, peeking toward the door where daddy had walked out. The room felt too big, too silent. Elly didn’t understand why she couldn’t go with him — she only understood that her safe world was moving away without her. Her cry turned into deep sobs, tiny chest rising fast, calling out with broken little squeaks as if saying, “Daddy please take me too… I don’t want to wait alone.”
Dad heard her from outside. The sound was too painful to ignore. He came back, and Elly’s entire body reacted — arms stretched, eyes wide with hope. She crawled desperately toward him, tears still shining. Dad sat beside her, picked her up gently, and hugged her warm against his chest. Her sobbing softened instantly. She buried her face in his shirt, gripping tight like she feared he might disappear again.
Dad whispered softly, rubbing her back, promising he wouldn’t be gone for long. With gentle swaying, he calmed her little heart, then placed her on his lap so she could rest while staying close. Elly sniffled and finally relaxed, comforted by the warmth she longed for. Her breathing slowed, hand still holding daddy’s fingers as if afraid to let go.
For Elly, love meant togetherness, not waiting alone. And today, she found peace in her father’s arms.
