Little PoPo clutched his milk tightly, his tiny arms wrapped around it like it was the most important thing in the world.
Mom gently encouraged him—
“Come on, walk by yourself.”
But PoPo didn’t want to.
Not at all.
He looked up at Mom, his face slowly changing. His lips trembled, and his body became tense.
Then suddenly—
“EEEEEE!”
PoPo began screaming loudly, his voice full of anger and refusal. He held the milk even tighter, not moving a single step.
“Eee! Eee!”
He shook his head slightly, clearly saying no. Walking on his own wasn’t what he wanted—he preferred to be carried.
His tiny feet stayed planted.
He refused to move.
Mom stayed calm.
She didn’t pick him up right away. Instead, she softly encouraged him again, showing him that he could do it.
PoPo kept screaming.
His face turned red with emotion, still holding onto his milk, still refusing to walk.
But slowly…
His loud cries softened.
He looked down.
Then back at Mom.
With a bit of hesitation, he took a tiny step.
Then another.
Still a little grumpy—but trying.
Mom smiled gently, encouraging him.
Soon, PoPo was walking slowly by himself, still holding his milk, his earlier tantrum fading away.
For little PoPo, growing up isn’t always easy—but with patience and love, he learns step by step.
