BB Koy was already in a bad mood before the tears came. Her tiny body felt restless, her heart impatient, and every sound around her seemed wrong. She waited and waited, expecting her mom to come quickly like always. But this time, mom was late. To BB Koy, even a short delay felt like forever.
Suddenly, her face tightened with anger. She screamed sharply, her cry full of frustration and hurt. Little hands waved wildly, feet kicked the air, and her body trembled with emotion. BB Koy wasn’t just angry—she felt forgotten. Her loud cries were her only way to say, “I need you now.”
Her eyes searched the space again and again, hoping to see mom appear. Each second without comfort made her cries louder. Tears rolled down her tiny cheeks, mixing anger with sadness. She leaned forward, calling out desperately, as if her voice alone could pull mom closer.
When mom finally arrived, she froze for a moment, heart breaking at the sight. BB Koy’s cries were fierce, almost accusing, but beneath them was pure longing. Mom rushed over, lifting her gently into warm arms. At first, BB Koy resisted, still upset, still shaking with emotion.
But slowly, the familiar warmth worked its magic. Her screams softened into sobs. Her tense body relaxed. Tiny fingers grabbed onto mom’s clothes tightly, afraid to be left waiting again. Mom whispered softly, rocking her with patience and love.
Within moments, BB Koy’s anger melted away. Her breathing slowed, tears dried, and her head rested against mom’s chest. The storm passed, leaving only exhaustion and relief.
That late moment taught something powerful. For a baby like BB Koy, time is measured in feelings, not minutes. Love must arrive quickly, gently, and without delay. In mom’s arms, BB Koy felt safe again—no longer angry, no longer alone, just a tiny heart finally at peace, wrapped in care, trust, and unconditional love.
