Poor little Marry cried softly while standing near the table, her tiny body fluttering with impatience. Her feet shifted again and again, unable to stay still, as she waited for mom to finish preparing her snack. Hunger mixed with emotion, turning waiting into something painful for her small heart.
She looked up toward mom, eyes shining with tears, letting out small cries that slowly grew louder. Every sound from the kitchen made her hope rise—then fall again. Marry flapped her hands nervously, a habit she had when she felt unsure and needy. To her, the snack wasn’t just food. It was comfort, reassurance, and proof that mom hadn’t forgotten her.
“Mom… mom…” her cries seemed to whisper.
Mom was careful, slicing and preparing the snack slowly to make it safe. She heard Marry’s crying and felt her heart tighten, but she didn’t rush. She knew patience mattered too. Still, each fluttering movement pulled at her emotions.
Marry’s crying turned into short sobs. She leaned against the table leg, looking small and helpless. Her body trembled slightly, not from cold, but from longing. Waiting felt unfair. Time felt too long. She didn’t understand why love sometimes took minutes instead of seconds.
Mom finally turned around, holding the prepared snack. Marry saw it instantly. Her crying paused mid-sob, eyes widening in hope. She took a few quick steps forward, hands reaching out, tears still clinging to her lashes.
Mom knelt down and offered the snack gently. Marry grabbed it with both hands, still sniffing, still emotional. The first bite changed everything. Her shoulders relaxed. The fluttering stopped. Her breathing slowed as comfort replaced distress.
Mom wiped Marry’s wet cheeks and smiled softly. Marry leaned against her leg while eating, staying close, afraid the moment might disappear. She didn’t cry anymore. She just stayed there, chewing quietly, feeling safe again.
That small scene said so much. Marry didn’t cry because she was spoiled. She cried because waiting was hard, and love felt far for a moment.
And when mom finally knelt beside her, Marry learned something important.
Even when waiting hurts, love always comes back—with patience, care, and a snack held gently in mom’s hands.
