The room felt wrong to little Ronaldo.
He sat on the table, small hands resting beside him, eyes searching quickly around. Something was missing.
Someone was missing.
Selena.
And Mom had told him to wait.
That made everything worse.
His tiny face slowly changed—lips pushing forward, brows tightening, eyes filling with emotion. Waiting alone was already bad…
But waiting without Selena?
Unacceptable.
Then—
“AHHHHH!”
Ronaldo exploded into a loud scream.
His voice echoed through the room as he kicked his little legs and waved his hands in pure frustration. Tears rushed down his cheeks, his whole body shaking with anger and sadness.
“Mama! Mama!”
He cried sharply, reaching forward like he wanted to escape the table and run straight to her.
He didn’t want to sit.
He didn’t want to wait.
He didn’t want to be alone.
Especially without his little companion.
To Ronaldo, this felt like a huge injustice.
He screamed louder, his face turning red, his tiny body bouncing with dramatic energy. Every second of waiting felt like forever, and his cries made sure everyone knew it.
Mom tried to calm him. “Just wait a moment, baby…”
But Ronaldo wasn’t listening.
He answered with another loud scream, clearly refusing this situation completely.
Finally, Mom came closer.
The moment he saw her, he cried even harder, arms lifting high, demanding immediate comfort.
She picked him up.
Instantly, the storm softened.
His loud cries melted into soft sniffles as he buried his face into her shoulder, holding tightly like he had been rescued.
Because sometimes, it’s not just about waiting—
It’s about feeling alone.
And for a little heart, even a short moment without love feels like the biggest problem in the world.
