Little Yuri sat nearby, her tiny face already showing signs of impatience. Mom was preparing her milk, moving as quickly as she could.
But for Yuri—
It wasn’t fast enough.
“Eee… eee…”
She started with small sounds, her body shifting restlessly. Her eyes stayed locked on Mom, waiting, expecting.
Then her mood began to rise.
Her lips trembled, and she was about to burst into another loud, dramatic scream.
But this time—
Mom gently stepped in.
She came closer and softly placed a hand on Yuri, speaking in a calm and loving voice. Her touch was gentle, steady, and full of care.
“No need to be dramatic,” her voice seemed to say.
Yuri paused.
She looked up at Mom, her tiny body still tense, but her loud cry didn’t come out this time.
Mom continued speaking softly, guiding her with patience. She gently held Yuri’s little hands, helping her feel safe while waiting.
The room stayed quiet.
Yuri blinked slowly.
Her breathing softened.
The big scream she was about to release slowly disappeared.
She stayed still, watching Mom again—but this time, a little calmer.
Mom smiled.
She continued preparing the milk, knowing Yuri was trying to understand.
And soon—
The bottle was ready.
When Yuri finally received her milk, she drank eagerly, but without the dramatic outburst from before.
It was a small change.
But an important one.
With love, patience, and gentle guidance, Yuri was slowly learning that waiting didn’t always need to come with loud emotions.
