The room was busy, full of movement and noise—but somehow, Moca felt completely alone.
She stood there for a moment, watching everyone pass by. No one stopped. No one noticed the way her tiny hands reached out, or how her eyes followed them with quiet hope.
Then her face changed.
Her lips trembled.
And suddenly—she dropped to the floor.
A loud cry burst out of her, sharp and filled with hurt. “Ahhh!” she screamed, her small body curling and then stretching as she kicked against the ground. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her cries echoing louder with every second.
She rolled from side to side, her frustration spilling out in waves. It wasn’t just anger—it was something deeper.
She felt ignored.
Forgotten.
Her cries grew more desperate, her tiny hands hitting the floor as if trying to make the world notice her. “Someone… please…” her voice seemed to say, even without words.
But for a moment, no one came.
That made it worse.
Her sobs turned heavier, her body shaking as she cried harder, the loneliness pressing down on her little heart.
Then—
A voice.
“Moca!”
Footsteps rushed closer.
Finally, someone knelt beside her, gently reaching out. “Hey… I’m here,” they said softly, lifting her into warm arms.
Moca didn’t stop crying right away. She clung tightly, her small body still trembling, releasing all the hurt she had been holding inside.
But slowly… the cries softened.
Her breathing steadied.
Because in the end, she didn’t just need attention—
She needed to feel that she mattered.
And in that warm embrace, she finally did.
