Selena sat with her tiny arms crossed, lips trembling, eyes full of emotion. Her little stomach was already complaining, and she knew exactly what time it was. Snack time. But instead of seeing her mom right away, Selena found herself with daddy, who was trying his best to keep her calm. That was not acceptable in her mind.
She let out a sharp, moody cry and pointed angrily, as if blaming daddy for everything that felt wrong. Her voice rose higher as she called loudly for mom, demanding snacks now. Daddy tried to distract her, talking softly and smiling, but Selena only grew more upset. To her, daddy wasn’t the solution. Mommy with snacks was.
Her face scrunched with frustration. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she shouted again, clearly accusing daddy for not being mom. Each cry carried hunger, impatience, and a strong sense of injustice. Why was mom not here yet? Why was daddy in charge?
Daddy stayed calm, even as Selena protested harder. He gently explained that mom was preparing her snack, but Selena didn’t understand waiting. Waiting felt like suffering. She kicked her tiny feet and leaned forward, calling mom’s name with all her strength, her cries echoing with need.
Finally, mom appeared. The moment Selena saw her, the anger cracked. Her cries turned into desperate sobs of relief. She reached out immediately, abandoning all blame. Daddy smiled quietly, stepping back as mom lifted Selena into her arms.
Snacks were given, tears were wiped, and calm slowly returned. Selena clung to mom while eating, still sniffling, making sure she wouldn’t disappear again. Daddy watched with patience, knowing his role had been unfairly judged.
That moment passed, leaving behind a simple truth. For Selena, hunger made emotions bigger and patience very small. She didn’t blame daddy because she didn’t love him. She blamed him because she loved mom deeply.
In the end, Selena finished her snack peacefully, safe in mom’s arms, her moody storm gone. Love, food, and comfort restored her tiny world, reminding everyone that big feelings often come from very small bellies, tender hearts, and a deep need for reassurance, closeness, and familiar love.
